My Fiancée is A Mistress

No, that can't be right.

Paul was the kid next door, we grew up together, practically brothers.

We were tight as thieves.

If not for a chance meeting with a CEO's daughter a year later, and his good looks and determination to marry up, he wouldn't have become the big boss at Stronghold Group.

Since then, he's been my boss.

But he's always treated me well, never pulled rank, and we still hit up dive bars for beers.

There were several times when I was too plastered to function, and it was Paul who'd call Sarah to pick me up.

But what happened after those nights?

Strangely, every time I drank with Paul, I ended up blacked out, remembering nothing.

"Damn it!"

I punched the steering wheel, seething with anger.

If they had been planning this behind my back, they could have been sneaking around for who knows how long.

Just the thought of waking up with a hangover, Sarah cheerfully serving me breakfast, acting all sweet and devoted...

Back then, I thought she was a keeper.

They must have hooked up way back.

If she truly cared, even if she didn't get mad when I came home wasted, she would've had words with me later. How could she always be so damn sweet?

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.

Just like Lady Macbeth serving drinks with a smile.

I was such a fool, a complete idiot!

But accepting Paul's betrayal? That was harder to stomach.

Even though the proof was right in front of me.

After a moment's thought, I decided to confront Paul.

I needed to get to the bottom of this.