Chapter 2Six Toasts to Betrayal: Exposing My Husband on Our Wedding Day

A flash of panic crossed Liam’s eyes.

Then, pretending to be outraged, he ripped off his towel, turned his back to me, and started pulling on his pajamas.

"Where else would I be? Pulling an all-nighter at the lab."

"Call my coworkers if you don't believe me."

"Stop being so paranoid all day long! We just signed our marriage license! I'm your husband now, what more do you want?"

I let out a mocking laugh. "Why are you getting so defensive? I just asked a question."

Perhaps sensing his own guilt, Liam finished changing and lay down next to me, his hand roaming over my body.

He said gently:

"I'm sorry, babe. I've been so stressed lately, my mood is shot."

"We have seven days of honeymoon leave. Let's go somewhere and relax, just the two of us. You pick the place, I'll pay."

His touch, which used to ignite desire, now just made my stomach churn with nausea.

"I need to use the restroom."

I locked his advances outside the door, leaned over the toilet, and threw up.

When I stood back up, I fought through the heartache and pulled up the screenshot of his video comments.

A user named "StarCatcher" had left a comment that Liam had liked. Her IP address was in Paris.

The caption read: [One wild night of indulgence. My love is finally complete.]

I clicked on her profile. There was only one video pinned to her page.

It was a man’s hand, offering her a makeshift ring fashioned from a soda pop-tab, proposing to her.

The man’s voice was gentle and unwavering.

"Even though we can only be husband and wife for one night, I hope you know my love for you will never change."

The caption was a blatant flex.

[With true love, even a soda-tab ring is enough. Better than wearing a massive diamond but sleeping in an empty bed.]

This was his so-called "all-nighter at the lab."

I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. Suddenly, I felt incredibly foolish.

If Liam didn't love me, he could have just said it straight to my face. I would never have clung to him.

But he chose to humiliate me in the most despicable way possible.

He seemed to have forgotten that back in college, I was notoriously known as "The Viper."

Because I hold grudges, and I always get payback. No mercy.

I had just never shown him that side of me.

Well, then.

It was time to refresh his memory.

I washed my face, gathered my emotions, forced a smile, and pushed open the door. Looking at Liam, I said softly:

"Let's go to Paris for our honeymoon! I want to go on a shopping spree~"

Liam froze for a second. I didn't miss the spark of joy in his eyes.

The next second, his voice pitched up. "Paris?"

I tilted my head and smiled. "Yeah. Didn't you say I could pick anywhere?"

This time, Liam—who usually hated planning trips—was far more proactive than me.

Terrified I would change my mind, he booked the flights and hotels overnight. He enthusiastically chatted with me about where we should take photos.

Which cafes he wanted to check out.

Even at two or three in the morning, his phone screen kept lighting up.

He was messaging someone constantly.

He couldn't even hide his smile.

I watched him coldly.

He was probably planning everything he wanted to do with Mia.

Since that was the case, I decided to give these two star-crossed lovers a chance to fulfill their dreams.

After all, hell was about to descend upon them.