My fiancé proposed to Bai Moonlight, and I ruined his reputation.

The news of the alliance between two top-tier dynasties sent shockwaves through the business world.

But on the night of our engagement party, I walked backstage and caught my fiancé, Liam Blackwood, and the “poor student” he’d been sponsoring, in a kiss so passionate it had drawn blood from their lips.

“Vicky, it’s not what you think.”

Liam fumbled with his shirt buttons, a deep flush creeping up his neck, his ears blazing crimson.

I watched, my eyes cold, as the girl beside him frantically tried to cover herself, then let out a scoff.