I Received My Fiancé’s s*x Tape

Chapter 2 Time to Settle the Score!

I forced myself to calm down and steady my emotions. After splashing cold water on my face, the coolness helped dull some of the fire burning inside me. I took a deep breath. Now, it was time to gather proof of his affair.

First, I reached out to some of Vance's colleagues to inquire about Selena. I got her contact details and added her on a fake account.

She seemed to be in a good mood and accepted my friend request in less than half an hour.

When she asked who I was, I told her I worked at the store that made custom bridesmaid dresses and asked for her measurements.

She didn't seem suspicious at all and quickly sent me her size.

I didn't respond to her message. Instead, I clicked into her i********: profile.

Selena was the type to share her life openly on social media. Her account was filled with photos of her daily activities. To make sure I didn't miss anything important, I started scrolling from the very bottom.

Most of the posts were trivial, but then I came across one from three years ago that made me stop in my tracks.

It was a photo taken in Mexico.

The man's face wasn't visible, but the watch he was wearing was unmistakable—it was the same one I had given Vance for his birthday.

So, they had been together much earlier than I'd thought.

The discovery made my hands and feet go cold.

Three years ago, Vance and I had gone to Mexico together. We got separated in a crowded area, and when I couldn't reach him on the phone, I spent the whole day frantic and worried until he finally found me.

Now I realized—I wasn't hard to find. He just didn't care to look for me.

While I was alone, panicking and almost on the edge of a breakdown, he was in Mexico, taking sweet photos with Selena.

When he finally "found" me, did he secretly laugh at how foolish I was?

That thought made me clench my fists so tightly that sharp pain shot through my hand. Only then did I snap back to reality.

All along, while I was pouring my heart into loving Vance, he had already betrayed me.

Their love was passionate and unstoppable, it seemed.

But what about me?

What was I to them—just a tool to prove their love?

A surge of intense hatred filled me. In that moment, only one thought consumed my mind: I would make these two pay for what they'd done.

I forced myself to stay calm and continued scrolling through Selena's i********:.

It quickly became clear—every time Vance said he was on a business trip, he was actually with her.

I hated how clearly I remembered every detail, how easily he had convinced me with his lies. Seeing their happy memories together made my whole body shake with rage.

I took a deep breath and began to take screenshots of every photo involving Vance on her i********:. These would be the evidence I needed to destroy him.

I was thankful for that trip to Mexico three years ago. My panic from getting lost had led me to install location tracking on both of our phones.

Every place he went was tracked by the app.

I had trusted him so much that I had never checked the tracking records before. After all, in the seven years we'd been together, I'd never once seen him with another woman.

I had even bragged to my family and friends about how lucky I was to have found such a devoted man.

It all seemed utterly ridiculous.

I scrolled through the location records, and it was clear—he had been visiting hotels regularly for the past five years.

That was around the time he must have started the affair with Selena.

How disgusting!

What kind of man couldn't control his own impulses?

I organized all the evidence and put it together in a PowerPoint presentation.

If they wanted excitement, I would give it to them.

I was going to expose their affair to the world!

If they wanted to play, then let them play—and I'd make sure they played for real.

After finishing everything, I opened my email and replied to the anonymous message: Who are you? Can we talk?

There was no response for a while, so I lost patience. Instead, I tracked down Vance's brother's phone number, which took some effort, and called him without hesitation.

Vance's brother, Waylon Walters, was nothing like him.

Though they were brothers, their relationship was cold and strained—Waylon was highly capable but had never been favored by their father. He had always lived in Vance's shadow.

Right now, the Walters Group's heir hadn't been decided, and it was still unclear who would take over the company. But Vance held 2% more shares than Waylon, which gave him the edge.

If things continued this way, Vance would eventually inherit the company.

But what Vance didn't know was that...

I also had shares in the Walters family business.

I had never told him about it. Our first meeting wasn't a coincidence.

I had saved his grandfather's life.

At that time, the Walters family was struggling. Vance's grandfather was seriously ill, and the company's finances were in trouble.

I stepped in, saved his grandfather's life, and gave the family a loan to keep things running.

In gratitude, Darrick Walters gave me 5% of the company's shares.

I had planned to tell Vance about it after we got married, to surprise him.

But now that he had cheated on me, that surprise was going to go to his brother.

Five percent of the shares might not seem like much, but it was enough to influence the Walters family's power struggle.

I was going to strip Vance of his pride—his inheritance—and make him lose everything.

I arranged to meet Waylon at a café downstairs from my building.

At first, I thought he might decline, but as soon as I sent the invitation, he agreed.

This was the first time I'd met him.

He looked nothing like Vance—he was far more handsome.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a tall, imposing frame.

His face had sharp features, giving him a striking, almost intimidating look.

When he sat down, he gave me a half-smile, eyeing me curiously. "You're more direct than I expected."

I paused for a moment, narrowing my eyes and sizing him up. "What do you mean?"

He smirked, not answering directly. "Didn't you see the email?"

I froze. He sent that email?

Had he deliberately sent it the day before my wedding?

Was it really just a coincidence?

What was Waylon's agenda?

Did he already know about the shares I held?

It seemed I had been silent for too long. Waylon couldn't resist and spoke again, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let me ask you—how do you feel right now?"

His smile was taunting, as though he were deliberately trying to provoke me.

I didn't hesitate. "Why did you send me that email?"