Three years of dating, and every time he pushed to move in together, I said no.

Now that our wedding date was set, I asked if he wanted to finally get a place together.

“That's kind of awkward. I've got a girl living at my place.”

I froze. “What?”

He let out a resigned sigh.

“You wouldn't even give me the most basic physical intimacy. What was I supposed to do?”

“I'm not a saint, Ronnie. If you won't put out, I'll find someone who will.”

“She's just a temporary bed buddy. I pay her a daily rate, she keeps me satisfied.”

“You've got zero experience in that department, so honestly, you should talk to her. She knows exactly which positions I like……”

I stared, stunned, at his mouth opening and closing.

“You've saved yourself all these years. I'm really curious what kind of surprise you're gonna give me on our wedding night.”

Wedding night? Surprise?

In your dreams.

……

I pulled out my phone and fired off a message to the wedding planner：

【Cancel the surprise.】

Carter Rowe leaned over, but all he caught were the words "the surprise."

His eyes lit up instantly：

“A surprise? Ronnie, what surprise did you get me?”

I smiled and said nothing. I didn't tell him I'd bought the luxury condo he'd been eyeing.

To make it happen, I'd spent the past year killing myself to land several major clients, cramming two years of company KPIs into twelve months.

The second my bonus hit, I bought the place.

Then spent nearly six months renovating it behind his back.

This week I'd put the finishing touches on the bedroom, just waiting for today, when he and I would move in together.

To celebrate the start of our new life.

I'd even drawn up the paperwork to add his name to the deed. All we had to do was get legally married and I'd put him on the title.

Remembering that I'd just mentioned moving in together, Carter wrapped an arm around my waist：

“Don't tell me it's a maid outfit. I'd love that!”

I shifted my body, casual, just enough to slip out of his grip.

Carter didn't notice at all. Instead, he pulled out his phone, excited：

“Oh, I'm also into the nurse thing. Think you can do both?”

“Look at Lily in this one. The costume game? Insane, right?”

I stared, frozen, as he opened a hidden partition on his phone right in front of me and pulled up a photo album I'd never seen before.

It was packed. Photo after photo of the girl named Lily Graves.

Maid outfit. Nurse costume. Sailor uniform……

Every fantasy covered.

Even I blushed looking at them, and I'm a woman.

Let alone a man running as hot as Carter.

For some reason, though, the girl's face nagged at me. Something familiar.

Like I'd seen her somewhere before.

Before I could place it, the sound of Carter swallowing hard broke through my thoughts.

He covered for it by swiping on, showing me more of their intimate photos.

Every single timestamp: after he'd said goodnight to me.

I used to think it was impressive, even admirable, that a grown man kept such a disciplined sleep schedule, lights-out early every single night.

I'd been secretly pleased to find a boyfriend whose routine matched mine so perfectly.

It never once crossed my mind that his nights were anything but quiet.

That for all three years we'd been together, every single one of those nights had been a party for two.

He even helpfully explained the bizarre-looking objects in some of the photos, things I'd never seen in my life：

“Ronnie, these are all top-tier toys! When Lily's not up for it, we switch things up.”

“I'm telling you, a woman needs to be classy in public, handy in the kitchen, and an absolute freak with the lights off.”

His phone buzzed.

A paycheck deposit notification.

That was when I realized the $1,400 monthly salary he'd been telling me about was a lie.

He swiped the $4,500 notification away in a guilty rush, rubbed his nose, and kept talking：

“Look, Ronnie, let me explain. Lily was a virgin when she came to me. Eight hundred a night. That's practically a bargain.”

“I did this for your sake, too. You have no idea how dirty the girls out there can be. One wrong move and you catch something nasty.”

“But Lily's different. I handpicked her. She's clean, hardworking, eager to learn, sweet and considerate. The day you and I get married, she'll move out on her own.”

Eight hundred a night. Every single night, no days off.

That was at least twenty-four thousand a month on Lily Graves alone.

No wonder he was always telling me his salary wasn't enough, that he couldn't afford a bigger place.

He'd been spending it all between another woman's legs.

Three years of cheating, and he had the nerve to call himself clean.

And me? I'd been the fool. When my mom insisted he buy at least a thousand-square-foot condo before the wedding, I was the one who talked her out of it.

When he saw I wasn't asking for anything, that I'd set the bride price at just $8,800 for good luck, his eyes welled up with tears.

He knelt in front of my mother and swore:

“Mom, I promise! I'll treat Ronnie right. I'll love her and take care of her. I'll work hard and give her the best of everything!”

But the money he earned? What he spent on me in an entire month wasn't even a fraction of what he gave Lily Graves.

I stared at the face in front of me, so familiar, and couldn't reconcile it with the man I'd loved for three years.

I loved him for him. For how good he was to me. For his discipline, his self-respect, and for honoring my wish to wait until marriage.

I thought if he could endure three years of celibacy, he'd never betray me.

It never once occurred to me that from the very first time I turned him down, he'd already been betraying me.

At least it wasn't too late.

To show how sorry he was, Carter transferred his entire month's salary to me.

I was about to decline.

But then he pressed a business card into my hand.

“We're getting married soon. It's time you started learning some essential skills.”

“This is Lily's number. Add her. Pick up some tips from her when you get the chance.”

“Once you've got it down, I'll hand over every paycheck!”

“I really can't wait for your surprise!”

Before I could refuse, he'd already called Lily and told her we were all having dinner together.

It wasn't until we arrived at the restaurant that it truly hit me: he actually expected the three of us to sit down at the same table.

The whole point was for me to learn from Lily Graves how to please him.

I lost it:

“Carter Rowe, do I look cheap to you? If she wants to sell herself, that's her business. Don't you dare drag me into your filth!”

He looked even angrier than I was, his brows twisted in disbelief:

“What? I'm handing you money to learn how to take care of a man, and you don't want it?”

“Lily's willing to teach you for free. If anything, you should be the one picking up the check tonight. What are you cursing me out for?”

Lily Graves, face done up in that calculated no-makeup look, the picture of wide-eyed innocence, reached over and smoothed the crease between his brows.

Her voice went syrupy sweet:

“Carter, don't be so hard on her! It's normal that she's not comfortable with this yet. You have to be patient with her, just like you were when you first taught me……”

The suggestion dripping from those words sent the blood rushing straight to Carter's face.

Just when I thought he was about to kiss her, he shooed her out of the private room.

Unease surged through me, and I moved to leave too.

Carter grabbed my wrist:

“Ronnie, I don't think I can wait anymore. Can I?”

I felt him pressed against me and grabbed the ice-cold Coke off the table, dumping it straight over his head.

But instead of flinching, he grinned, voice thick with amusement:

“Ronnie, are you shy? Or is it that you're jealous?”

“Gotta say, you're pretty cute when you're jealous.”

I lost it. My hand came up and cracked across his face.

“Jealous? I'd have to be out of my goddamn mind to ever fall for a piece of shit like you!”

“We're done! It's over!”

Carter pressed a hand to his already swelling cheek. He wasn't angry. He was grinning, eyes alive with excitement.

“Damn, nice swing. Hits harder than Lily's, too.”

His words churned my stomach.

When he saw me doubled over dry-heaving, the playfulness vanished and his face shifted to concern.

“Ronnie, what's wrong? Are you sick? I'll take you to the hospital right now!”

I shoved him back.

“Get away from me!”

“Don't touch me!”

Only then did it hit him that I wasn't sick. I was disgusted by him.

He stared at me, wounded, his eyes rimming red.

“Ronnie, you don't love me anymore?”

“I was willing to tell you everything, no secrets. Why won't you believe me?”

Something seemed to occur to him, and he immediately booked a hospital appointment on his phone.

“If you don't believe me, I'll go get bloodwork done right now! I'll prove I'm clean!”

He actually thought that as long as he hadn't caught a disease, he was clean.

Unbelievable.

I took a deep breath and said it to his face, word by word.

“Carter Rowe, in my eyes, every inch of you is filthy.”

He went rigid, eyes wide, swearing to God.

“Lily's an innocent college girl, pure and obedient. There's no way I'm dirty.”

I grabbed my phone and refunded the thirty-two thousand on the spot.

“Clean or dirty, it's got nothing to do with me anymore! You and I are done. Finished!”

Seeing me refuse even the money on top of breaking up with him, something in him panicked.

He grabbed my arm, dragged me out of the private room, and told Lily, who'd been waiting by the door, to come with us to the hospital.

The whole way there, he kept pulling Lily along, the two of them swearing oaths together.

“Ronnie, once the bloodwork comes back, you'll see I wasn't lying.”

At the hospital, he rushed Lily to the blood-draw window, frantic to get them both tested.

But Lily never made it to the window. She collapsed right there on the floor.

Carter caught her on instinct, scooping her up and rushing her straight to the ER.

Half an hour later, a doctor came out holding a test report and congratulated him.

“Sir, your girlfriend is pregnant. Congratulations, you're going to be a father!”

Carter went stiff. His eyes darted to me, panicked.

“Ronnie, let me explain, there's got to be a mistake! I used protection every single time, there's absolutely no way……”

The doctor looked at him, then at me, and instantly understood that the three of us were a story.

She gave me one pitying glance before turning to Carter, her tone cold.

“Mr. Rowe, a urine test can give a false positive. A blood test cannot.”

Carter's lips were trembling. He reached for me.

I slapped the other side of his face, the side that was still unmarked.

“Cheater!”

“Animal!”

“We're done!”

Carter took that slap without flinching, head bowed, and apologized.

“Ronnie, give me ten minutes. I'll go take care of everything right now.”

He drew a breath, looked up, asked the doctor to schedule an abortion, and walked into the ER.

Seconds later, I heard Lily sobbing from behind the door.

“Carter, I don't want your money, I don't care how much you offer……”

What Carter did about that baby was none of my business.

I picked up my bag and went straight home.

I'd barely lain down when the doorbell rang.

“Please, I want to keep this baby.”

“I'm begging you……please don't make me go through with the surgery……”