C1 Disloyalty

Yuhan watched from a distance as the sleek black Maybach, a limited edition, trembled on the rooftop. It was her family's car, and inside, two naked bodies writhed together, their voices occasionally breaking through the night.

"Honey, you're so big! Faster!"

"Harder!"

"You little minx, does it feel good?"

The familiar voice unmistakably belonged to her fiancé, Ann Beiqi. Yuhan felt a chill in her heart as her phone slipped from her grasp, the screen glowing faintly with a message.

It was a text from Ann, his profile picture showing his handsome face, looking every bit the charming gentleman.

"Yuhan, come to the rooftop, I have a surprise for you!"

Five minutes earlier, Ann had sent that message, and she had eagerly rushed to the rooftop parking lot, hoping to surprise him. She never expected to find him cheating with another woman.

Her mind went blank with the cold realization. Ann was her fiancé, and their families' union was celebrated by everyone. Ann himself was tall and handsome, and she genuinely liked him. She thought she was happy.

But now, happiness? Ha! Was this why Ann hadn't touched her in the months since their engagement? Was this why he was always so polite and gentlemanly, like a distant iceberg? He had someone else all along; he didn't need her!

Why did he call her here? To make her face the harsh truth? She loved him so much, wanted to reach him, to melt the icy facade he presented to the world. But him? He called her here to witness his affair!

And yet, she felt powerless. What could she do? Confront him and cause a scene? No, he might leave her, and she couldn't bear that... The thought filled her with bitterness and helplessness, like a bottle of mixed emotions spilling over.

It's truly absurd—her fiancé is having an affair and even invited her to witness it, yet she feels utterly powerless to do anything about it!

She wants to cry but can't. Suddenly, in her haze of consciousness, a pair of large hands cover her mouth.

Yuhan tries to resist, but it's as if all her strength has been drained. She knows it's not something the person behind her did; it's the overwhelming blow from Ann Beiqi.

A waft of alcohol hits her from behind—probably someone who's had too much to drink and has mistaken her for someone else.

She coldly pushes the person away. As the daughter of the Moo family, she can't believe anyone would dare lay a hand on her once they realize who she is.

But her struggle is futile; the person behind her seems completely oblivious in their drunken state.

"Let go of me, I'm Yuhan," she says, her voice icy, not wanting to argue with the man any further. In truth, her emotions are a tangled mess, and if he were to release her, she wouldn't bother with him any longer.

Yet the man's frenzied actions don't cease; his hands move from her chest downward, growing more frantic.

A flicker of fear crosses Yuhan's eyes. Before she can utter another word, her suit dress is violently torn open from behind!

"Mmph!"

Just as she's about to speak, her lips are sealed by his. She closes her eyes, realizing his strength is too much, and her struggles are in vain.