The True Face of My Husband

The blogger kept sharing updates on the situation.

After their romantic dinner, pictures of a couples' hotel were posted.

There was even a caption along with the pictures.

"Oh my god, my dream is coming true! I'm so nervous, wish me luck, everyone! (blushing.jpg)"

Well, that's a "refreshingly" unconventional dream.

The comments from this generation of netizens were truly mind-blowing.

There were a few skeptical voices here and there.

"Wait, the guy's wearing a ring. Is he married?"

"What about your fiancé?"

But those got drowned out quickly by a flood of well-wishes.

"True love is innocent! I'm rooting for you, girl!"

"Meeting across miles, this is just too romantic!"

"I have an ex I can't forget too, I should find him before my wedding!"

I couldn't be bothered with these dumb comments anymore. I drove straight into the hotel's parking lot.

For convenience, Edward and I had synced our locations in the past so we could track each other.

But after the initial novelty, we barely used it.

He probably forgot about it by now, but I never thought it'd come in handy today.

Even if that person hadn't posted the hotel photo, I could still find this cheating jerk.

Sure enough, I immediately spotted his black Benz in the parking lot. It was hard to miss.