After Reading My Fiancé’s Mind, I Snapped

The entire fitting room fell deathly silent.

A flash of panic crossed Eden’s eyes, so brief it was almost impossible to catch.

But in the next second, his expression returned to normal, even gentler than before.

He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly.

“Silly girl. It’s just a dress. I’ll buy you a hundred more.”

He kissed the top of my head, his voice low and firm. “In this lifetime, you’re the only woman I’ll ever marry.

“Or… are you having second thoughts about marrying me, Summer?”

His voice trembled slightly, his eyes reddening, yet the voice in my mind cut through everything like a blade.

[Fuck. I haven’t gotten the sixty million yet. If she backs out now, everything I’ve done will have been for nothing. If the mission fails, I’m fucking dead.]

I stared at him, at every inch of performance hidden beneath that handsome, hypocritical face.

Then I smiled, so calm it almost felt unnatural.

“How could I? You’re the only person who ever saved me.”

The moment those words left my lips, Eden visibly relaxed.

But he never noticed the hatred that flashed through my eyes.

[Knew it. This idiot could never leave me.]

However, he might have truly been afraid.

That very night, Eden transferred the shares into my name, desperate to prove his sincerity.

The very next day, I contacted a broker and secretly sold them to one of Eden’s business rivals.

Every cent from the sale, along with all the money I saved over the years, was transferred into an offshore account within forty-eight hours.

Three days before the wedding, Eden booked out an entire floor of a luxury karaoke club for his bachelor party.

He drank himself senseless alongside his so-called buddies.

As I passed the corner of the hallway, loud laughter burst from inside the private room.

“Eden, you’re seriously something else. You actually dared marry a woman who got passed around by more than a dozen thugs?”

“It’s not about daring to. It’s about whether she’s worth it! Sixty million, pal!”

Eden’s voice was thick with drunken pride.

“For that kind of money, you could make me sleep with a pig and I’d still do it.”

The entire room erupted into laughter.

“So have you two slept together yet?”

“Fuck no. You think I’m as desperate as you? Just touching her would make me sick for three days.”

Another round of laughter erupted through the room.

Then Tiffany’s sweet, delicate voice suddenly cut in.

“Since she’s going to end up a vegetable after the wedding anyway, why not give her a little surprise on the wedding day?”

“I’ve got this drug. Once she takes it, she’ll…”

Her voice dropped lower.

The private room fell silent for two brief seconds before exploding into even louder laughter and whistles.

Eden laughed the hardest.

“Not bad. She’s going to die anyway. Might as well make her dance for my buddies before she goes.”

“Consider it compensation for all the years I spent pretending to be some devoted saint.”

“We’ll record the whole thing and send it to all her old high school group chats so everyone can see—”

I stood in the hallway with my back pressed against the cold wall.

There were no tears.

I calmly fixed my expression before pushing open the door to the private room.

Every burst of laughter stopped instantly.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes turned toward me at the same time.