When My Boyfriend was Away On Business, I Discovered His Lies

When I was setting up my wedding place, I found a pair of black lace panties in the seam of the bed.

I was slightly stunned. It wasn't my panties.

I called Jeremy Fletcher, my boyfriend, who was working overtime, to ask about it, even though I knew he never answered calls while working overtime.

But the phone was quickly answered.

"Sorry. Perhaps it's mine. You can throw it away."

The person who answered the phone was Sally Blake, Jeremy's secretary.

I threw the panties into the trash can.

I knew Jeremy and I would no longer have a future.

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"Hello? Jeremy? What's with the thing in the seam of our wedding bed?"

After the phone call connected, I pinched the bridge of my nose.

I tried hard to make my voice sound calm, collecting myself.

There was an unsettling silence on the other end of the line.

Just when I thought he had nothing to say, a young, clear female voice suddenly rang out.

"Sorry. Perhaps it's mine. You can throw it away."

I recognized that voice. It was Sally, Jeremy's secretary.

My heart sank to the bottom in an instant, and my voice turned cold.

"Where is Jeremy? Let him answer the phone."

Sally seemed to hesitate for a moment, then looked in a certain direction and spoke with a barely noticeable hint of satisfaction in her tone.

"Jeremy? He is working overtime. What else do you think he's doing? What do you want to talk to him about? I can tell him for you."

Before I could speak, I heard Jeremy's voice.

"Sally? Can you pass me the bathrobe?"

At that moment, I froze, not knowing how to react. I instinctively gripped my phone and was about to question.

Yet before I could open my mouth, the phone was hung up in the next instant, leaving only silence in the room.

I stood in situ, looking at the panties in my hand. Then I looked around at the carefully decorated room, feeling a surge of indescribable anger and disappointment.

Then I immediately threw the panties into the trash can.

Tomorrow was our wedding day, and Jeremy went to get a room with his secretary today.

What the hell was he thinking?

I took a deep breath and sent a message to Jeremy.

[Jeremy, the wedding is canceled. I won't marry you.]

Then I began to pack up and get ready to leave this place that was once home and was now full of irony.

I couldn't understand. I was looking forward to getting married, and all of a sudden, this happened.

After packing up, I found that the things I had over the years were surprisingly few. A large suitcase was enough to hold all my memories.

I carried the suitcase and took a last look at this festive yet absurd wedding place. I closed my eyes and let tears well up in my eyes.

It'd be a lie to say that I wasn't sad. All women in this world looked forward to their wedding.

But now, thinking about this was simply meaningless.

After returning home, I turned off my phone, isolating myself from the world.

Then I opened a bottle of wine and silently drank until midnight. The alcohol numbed my nerves and temporarily made me forget all the pain.

Then I fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by the loud sound of the doorbell.

Having a splitting headache, I opened the door groggily, only to find Jeremy standing at the door in formal attire.

He was wearing the suit we had chosen together before. It indeed complemented his tall figure.

But I felt nothing but ironic.

My hair was messy, I didn't change into the wedding dress, and I was without makeup. Seeing me like this, Jeremy immediately frowned and questioned me.

"Andrea! What the fuck?"

His yelling made me slightly sober. I frowned.

Before I could say anything, Jeremy scolded me harshly.

"Do you have any idea how much you embarrassed me today?"