"But you—who would've thought you'd always acted like a little boy, yet be so manly in bed? I'm almost addicted."
Obscene positions and filthy words flooded the screen.
I forced myself to keep watching—until my fingertips turned ice-cold and my mind reached an unprecedented clarity.
After exiting the livestream, I called one of my father's friends and demanded the return of the ten million my father had advanced for the villa.
"Uncle," I said calmly, "that villa has nothing to do with me anymore. Whatever money is still missing—you can ask the current owners for it."
Then I took out the marriage certificate Leila and I had just received, snapped a photo, and sent it to Rachel's family group chat.
I even tagged Tyler.
[If you like secondhand goods, consider it a gift.]
[I've already registered my marriage with someone else. From now on, I won't be in the way of your two families loving each other in peace.]
