Rachel pinched his abdominal muscles infatuatedly, "It's the same as before and it will be the same in the future. Besides, it's not as exciting as having an affair in public."

I listened quietly and my heart was cold.

I walked quickly to the hotel entrance, took a few deep breaths before swallowing the nausea. Rachel didn't know that five years ago, when she died in a car accident I received a video. I clicked on the phone.

Her voice was full of laughter, "I love Mike, but he is too wooden. When I think about having only him as a man after marriage, I feel so boring. I will fake my death and go out to play for a few years. When I come back, I will say that I have lost my memory. Remember to record more videos of him dying. I can't wait to see how he is in pain for me."

On the day the doctor announced her death, I did what she wanted. The despair of the sky falling made me unable to cry. I thought about dying together, but it was her good girlfriends who tried their best to stop me.

But I didn't notice that there was a phone in the dark recorded my pain. I didn't notice that they hid under the mask of false pain and tried their best to endure the ridicule.

I put away my phone. From that day on, Rachel pretended to be dead, but in my heart, she was really dead. The news that Rachel was not dead was exposed along with her marriage, causing an uproar.

That night, Patrick updated his status. In the photo, they held hands and wrote sticky love words.

A romantic wedding scene was being prepared. Rachel would werar an exquisite and beautiful wedding dress. They bought the diamond ring that would last a lifetime. All of them were carefully prepared by Rachel for our wedding.

I took a look and was about to exit, but Rachel's message popped up.

[Are you jealous?]

I just deleted and blocked her.

Patrick's message popped up again.

[You have seen it all, you are just a dog for our entertainment and only I am worthy of being the son-in-law of the Ruan family.]

I gave him the same treatment without saying a word.

A week later, the wedding was held as scheduled.

Because my daughter was so clingy, when I arrived at the hotel, the wedding had already reached the stage of exchanging watches.