Chapter 4

I dialed Daniel's number.

Daniel, hiding behind the pillar, clearly hadn't expected me to call him then.

The phone rang only once before it was answered.

But before I could speak, a hand suddenly reached out and snatched my phone.

It was Scarlett.

"Trying to call for help?"

She looked at Daniel's name displayed on the screen and sneered.

"Perfect, he's right here."

"I'd love to hear what kind of sweet nothings you two cheating trash have to whisper to each other!"

She didn't hang up; instead, she directly pressed the speaker button.

"Daniel!" Scarlett roared into the phone, "Speak!"

Through the speaker came Daniel's barely suppressed voice, filled with terror.

"Scarlett! Don't play it anymore!"

"Please! Turn it off! You really can't play it!"

"Someone's going to get seriously hurt if you don't stop!"

The entire hall erupted in chaos.

That was practically an admission of guilt!

If the people in the video weren't him and Cassidy, why would he be begging like that?

"You're protecting her?"

"Even now, with the evidence right in front of us, you're still protecting this slut?!"

Scarlett roared into the phone, tears streaming down her face.

"Daniel! I've been so good to you, and you're begging me for her sake?!"

"You're afraid she'll be shamed? Afraid she'll be socially ruined?"

"But did you ever think about my feelings?!"

Daniel on the other end of the phone was still babbling incoherently, "No! I'm not protecting her! It's for us..."

"Shut up!"

Scarlett didn't want to hear any explanations.

She raised the phone and smashed it hard onto the red carpet in front of her.

The phone screen shattered.

Scarlett breathed heavily, her eyes scanning the entire hall fiercely.

"The more Daniel doesn't want me to play it, the more I will!"

"I'm going to make Daniel realize what happens when you betray me!"

I looked at the shattered phone on the ground, my eyes cold. Scarlett had completely lost it.

She frantically clicked the mouse.

Each click was accompanied by her hysterical running commentary.

"This one! The background looks like a movie theater restroom!"

"Cassidy, aren't you grossed out? You'd actually go that low?"

The screen flashed, full of pixelation in the dim light.

"And this one! An outdoor tent!"

"You two went camping? Was it last year when I was away on that business trip?"

"Oh, great, the moment my back was turned, you two were out in the wilderness getting it on?"

The guests in the audience, initially shocked and embarrassed, slowly became numb to the spectacle.

Some even held a secret excitement.

Countless phones were raised.

Some were recording, some were live-streaming.

Flashlights flickered on and off, making it hard to keep one's eyes open.

That's human nature.

Since the bride herself didn't care about the humiliation, everyone treated it as a free, vulgar show.

Although the images on the screen were all blurry, obscuring faces.

The sounds, however, were crystal clear.

It was an unrestrained, primal outpouring of desire.

Accompanied by Scarlett's crude commentary.

"Listen to that sound, how wild she gets."

"Cassidy, what happened to that detached, sophisticated act you pull at the office?"

"How do you become such a complete slut in bed?"

If it had truly been me today, my life would be over.

But unfortunately, it wasn't me.