Truth or Dare: My Boyfriend Said He Had a Child With His Girl Bro

To surprise my boyfriend on our anniversary, I crammed a five-day business trip into three.

But when I rushed back home that night, I heard the sounds of a rowdy party coming from inside.

Joel Lowell had texted me just a minute ago, saying he was home alone and missed me a lot.

The next second, a jeering voice rose from the room:

"Joel, your turn! Truth or Dare? And we want the juiciest one!"

"Alright, you gossips. I'll talk, but you can't tell Sienna Sterling!"

"Spit it out, spit it out! You know we can keep a secret!"

"I gave my first time... to Ivy."

A wave of suggestive catcalls came from inside. I froze on the spot.

'Ivy Seymour? Isn't she supposed to be Joel Lowell's platonic best friend?'

Before I could even process it, Ivy Seymour chimed in with a laugh, "More than just his first time. I was even pregnant with his child once."

I pushed the door open, stared at the two of them, and smiled. "Is that so? Then where's the child?"

...

The room, full of laughter and suggestive banter, instantly fell dead silent.

Joel Lowell had his arm linked with Ivy Seymour's, their posture intimate.

"Why are you back early?"

Joel Lowell stood up guiltily, but immediately turned the accusation on me. "You couldn't even call to say you were coming back? Do you even remember I'm your boyfriend?"

'So he knew,' I thought. 'And he still carried on this shady affair with Ivy Seymour.'

I scoffed. "Oh, so *you* remember you have a girlfriend? I thought you were too lost in your own little paradise."

The color drained from Joel Lowell's face.

"Sienna Sterling, what's that supposed to mean? Why are you being so sarcastic? Who are you putting on that long face for the second you walk in!"

A wave of exhaustion washed over me. I ignored him.

My gaze swept over the matching cartoon slippers on his and Ivy Seymour's feet.

Meanwhile, my own slippers, the ones that belonged here, were nowhere to be found.

'How laughable, Sienna.'

I set down the suitcase in my hand and looked at Ivy Seymour.

"I still haven't heard an answer. What about the child?"

The smile froze on Ivy Seymour's face. She instinctively tried to pull her arm away from Joel Lowell, but he grabbed it and held on.

He quickly waved his other hand at me. "Ms. Sterling, don't take it seriously!! We were just joking! It's just a game of Truth or Dare!"

A guy with blue hair next to him immediately chimed in, exaggerating his words.

"Yeah, yeah, Ms. Sterling, please don't misunderstand! We're used to joking around when we play games, it's all for the atmosphere!"

As if waking from a dream, the others all scrambled to smooth things over.

"Exactly, exactly, Ivy just says whatever she wants, she has no filter!"

"If Joel really gave her his first time, don't you think we'd know? We would've been teasing him about it for ages!"

"Ms. Sterling, don't be so serious. If you can't take a joke, you're ruining the fun!"

I looked at their faces, one after another, all pretending to defuse the situation while actually accusing me of making a big deal out of nothing.

It felt like something was stuck in my chest, suffocating me.

This wasn't the first time I'd been through this.

Whenever there was any unpleasantness between me and Ivy Seymour, Joel Lowell and his group of friends would shut me down with "It's just a joke," or "You're too sensitive."

I couldn't be bothered with them. I just looked at Joel Lowell and demanded, "Was that text from a minute ago a joke too?"

Joel Lowell's eyes darted away, and he stammered, "I... I wanted to surprise you. I asked them to come over and help me plan..."

Before he could finish, Ivy Seymour scoffed.

"Joel, your girlfriend is something else. You were thinking of giving her a pleasant surprise, and instead, she gives you a nasty shock."

I slowly stood up, my gaze shifting to her.

"Is that so? Well, I have a surprise of my own."

I silently scanned the room, my eyes finally landing on the crystal glass sculpture on the coffee table—Joel Lowell's favorite.

The next second, I snatched it, raised it high, and smashed it violently onto the floor.

The sculpture shattered into a million pieces at my feet, the sharp, crisp sound tearing through the phony peace.

Everyone was shocked into silence by my sudden action.

I met Joel Lowell's furious gaze and, mimicking their earlier attitude, twisted my lips into a cold smile.

"How's that for a surprise?"

"What's wrong? Why isn't anyone having fun? I'm just helping liven up the atmosphere!"

Joel Lowell was so angry he was trembling.

"Sienna Sterling, have you lost your mind?!"