[Bella's POV]
Brian's car was parked right in front of the villa, but he still hadn't started the engine.
The window was rolled down. I ducked behind the car, listening to the intimate, playful voices coming from inside.
"Why did you sneak over here by yourself? Naughty little things like you need to be punished," Brian drawled.
"What are you afraid of? She doesn't even know me. Even if she sees us, just say I'm your secretary," Evelyn purred coquettishly.
Brian chuckled while doing something that made her let out a sharp, breathy gasp. "You're such a tease. But you can't do this again, alright? You know she's my bottom line. She absolutely can't find out about you."
Evelyn seemed displeased. "Aren't you tired of sneaking around behind her back and running between the two of us?"
"Not at all. She's the woman I love most, so I can't let her get hurt."
"Then do you love me, Daddy?"
"Of course. You're my favorite little thing—you're second only to her."
Evelyn let out a satisfied laugh. Then followed the sound of heated, wet kisses. The window slowly rolled up, sealing their intimacy within the car.
With my phone in hand, I recorded the whole exchange. I even secretly snapped a few photos. After that, I went back inside the house.
The cake on the table still smelled delicious, but it only made my stomach turn. I picked it up and tossed it right into the trash.
I looked around the home that Brian and I had shared for close to five years. Almost every corner had memories of our time together and our love.
I started packing my things. I threw away all the gifts, photos, and souvenirs. I erased all traces of our relationship. In the end, all I had was a tiny suitcase with my own clothes and design drafts.
As the sky grew darker, my phone screen lit up. It was a text from Brian.
"Bella, I'm sorry. I really can't step away from the office right now. Our wedding is in two days, so let's go for a proper honeymoon once I'm done with this wave of work."
I knew it. I'd lost count of how many times he'd stood me up after keeping me waiting for nothing. It didn't seem like it would ever come to an end. But it didn't matter anymore—I no longer cared.
I turned on my laptop. At the same time, I called our wedding planner. "Hi, I'd like to add a video segment to the wedding ceremony. It's about the memories of my relationship with my fiance."
They readily agreed.
After hanging up, I transferred all the evidence of Brian's cheating from my phone to my laptop. Then, I slowly started editing them into a video.
I hoped he would enjoy this surprise.
