My Best Friend's Fiancé Is My Ex-boyfriend

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Hearing Henry's voice, Kyle instantly became wary.

"Who are you? Where's Rachel? What have you done to her?"

Henry let out a mocking laugh as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke.

"You're just a stand-in she uses to forget about me, and you don't know who I am? Last year, Rachel and I were about to get married. Do I really need to tell you who I am?"

I couldn't hold back and shouted, "Let go..."

Before I could finish, a bodyguard clamped his hand over my mouth, leaving only a muffled sound.

Henry quickly brought the phone closer to my mouth, then spoke with a sly grin, "Did you hear that? We're all men here. Do I need to spell it out for you?"

My eyes filled with rage, and I bit down hard on the bodyguard's hand.

He yelped in pain, then kicked the back of my knee, sending a sharp, almost bone-cracking pain through me.

My knee hit the floor hard, and I found myself kneeling in front of Henry.

Henry is still on the phone. He grabbed my hair with one hand, forcing my head down onto his thigh, savoring my twisted expression of pain. His eyes gleamed with a growing satisfaction.

He mouthed a warning to me. "This is your last chance. Tell me where Daisy is."

I glared at him with defiance, refusing to make a sound.

Henry's patience snapped, and he continued, "Do you even know who your fiancée really is?

"Out of the kindness of my heart, I'll tell you. Since our breakup, under the guise of healing, she's scammed my wife out of fifty million dollars and slept with over a hundred men! I've got hundreds of hotel bookings to prove it! If you need proof, I can send it to you."

On the other end of the line, silence fell.

My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest, tears welling up in my eyes.

I prayed that Kyle wouldn't be swayed by his lies.

Henry heard no response. His brow furrowed in annoyance.

He continued, "You don't believe me? Fine. I'll send you an address, and you can see for yourself. Tomorrow is my wedding day, and she couldn't even wait to contact me, saying she wanted to spend one last night together. As a fellow man, I'm just giving you a heads-up. Don't be ungrateful!"

With that, he hung up the phone.

He quickly searched for a nearby bar's location and sent it to Kyle, a calculating gleam in his eyes.

The bodyguard finally released me, and I collapsed onto the ground.

My voice trembling with fury, I said, "This is slander! You know that defamation can land you in jail! Henry, are you insane? We've already broken up. Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Daisy destroyed my relationship and everything I had.

Why should I bear the consequences of her actions?" I thought.

Henry looked down at my pale, troubled face, his smile dark and menacing.

"Let you go? Tell me where Daisy is, and I might consider it!"

He turned to the bodyguards and ordered, "Take her away!"

The group of bodyguards quickly closed in on me, and I struggled with every ounce of strength I had left.

But it was no use. I was outnumbered and overpowered. They bound my hands and feet with my underwear.

They yanked me up by my hair and dragged me all the way to the bar's entrance.

By the time we arrived, my scalp was bleeding.

My heart was filled with seething hatred. My eyes burned with fury.