Chapter 1The Wedding Day Trap

On my wedding day, my wife brought her lover to crash the ceremony.

She secretly showed me their intimate videos, and her lover mocked me, saying I wasn't as good as him in bed.

In my rage, I hit her lover.

But she joined forces with my family and had me committed to a psychiatric hospital.

Even my own parents, wanting to give my company to my brother, testified to the police that I was mentally unstable, even producing plenty of evidence.

On the wedding day, almost everyone with a name in New York showed up.

I arrived early at the venue, warmly welcoming friends and family.

But Lena was two whole hours late. When she arrived, her face was flushed, with hickeys on her neck.

Her wedding dress looked like it had been torn, her long hair was disheveled, and when she lifted her skirt, even her white stockings were ripped.

The moment I saw her, everyone—including me—was shocked, and then their gazes gradually turned knowing.

She didn't come alone. She brought Tony with her.

This Tony was her childhood friend, supposedly they almost got together once.

It was only because Tony went abroad that they didn't end up together.

Recently Tony had returned, and they'd been meeting up frequently.

I'd questioned her about it, but she said she and Tony didn't have that kind of relationship.

Honestly, I didn't really believe her, but my company was too entangled with her family. This marriage had to continue.

So I endured it.

After Lena got on stage, she didn't even glance at me. Instead, she snatched the microphone from the officiant and said, "Everyone, the wedding will proceed as planned, but I want to change the groom."

Her words caused an uproar throughout the venue.

I saw Tony smirking at me maliciously.

Lena walked up to me, held out her phone in front of my face, and said, "See for yourself."

On the screen, she was wearing her wedding dress, engaged in vigorous combat with Tony.

She'd deliberately left the sound on, so even though others couldn't see the screen, they could hear the audio and naturally knew what the video contained.

I took a deep breath and asked as calmly as possible, "You know how important this marriage is. Do you really need to make a scene like this?"

Lena smiled faintly. "If Tony hadn't come back, I could have reluctantly married you and then flown overseas to sleep with Tony. But now that Tony's back and agreed to marry me, why would I marry you?"

I nodded. "So when you kept saying you were going abroad for business, you were actually going to see Tony?"

Lena smiled and nodded. "That's right. I saved videos every time. Want to watch them?"

I shook my head and smiled. "I'll pass on that. It's just that sort of thing anyway—not like I haven't seen it before. But I'll give you some advice: let's continue the wedding and deal with the aftermath after we're married."

Tony scoffed and said loudly, "Torres, stop dreaming about marrying Lena. You're too weak. I'm way better than you. Lena finds being with you disgusting. Don't you get it? Compared to me, you don't even count as a man!"

"Why do this?"

I shook my head with a bitter smile. "Why make such a scene? How are we supposed to resolve this?"

As I spoke, I threw a punch.

Tony immediately fell backward, his mouth full of blood, spitting out several teeth.

I stepped forward again, raised my foot, and stomped down hard on Tony's vital area.

He screamed—the sound almost feminine.

Lena rushed at me and pushed me. "How dare you hit Tony?"

I glanced at the guests below and smiled faintly. "I had to. Otherwise, the whole city will know I'm weak, and I won't be able to do business anymore."

Lena swung her hand to slap me, but I caught her wrist directly.

I shook my head and smiled. "I never hit women, but I have one flaw—sometimes I can't tell men and women apart."

I struck her across the face, sending Lena flying.