I Received My Fiancé’s s*x Tape

After seven years of devotion, I was blind to the fact that my beloved held a first love so close to his heart. On the eve of our wedding. An anonymous email arrived in my inbox, revealing a passionate s*x tape involving my fiancé and his first love. In the aftermath, he whispered to his first love, "If only it were you in that wedding gown. The mere thought of marrying that woman churns my stomach, I can hardly swallow." Eventually, as my fiancé wished, I ran away from the wedding, and he fell apart... 01 The day before the wedding, I woke up early and began writing my wedding vows. In my effort to make sure everything went perfectly, I hadn't had a proper night's sleep in days. I was the one handling all the wedding preparations. My fiancé, Vance Walters, had been swamped with work, spending all his time at the office. I believed him. Even the vows—I wrote two versions on my own. Just as I finished the last sentence, an anonymous email popped up on my phone. Curious, I opened it. What I saw was a highly explicit video. In the video, two people were n***d and tangled in each other's arms, their moans and gasps filling the air. At first, I thought it was just some kind of prank, but then I froze—because the man in the video was Vance! My hand tightened around the mouse, and I stared at the screen for what felt like forever. That birthmark on his waist was unmistakable! It hit me like a punch to the gut—this was really him. I couldn't believe it. The video was raw and unedited. This was no joke. At that moment, I realized—my fiancé was cheating on me, just one day before our wedding. The man in the video was completely caught up in passion, gripping the woman's waist and thrusting, occasionally letting out pleased sighs. The contrast between this and the gentle, respectful man I knew was like night and day. A surge of rage and disbelief flooded my chest. I clenched my teeth, staring at the screen. The room in the video looked familiar, but it wasn't until I saw the bedsheets that I was sure—this was our wedding suite. He was in our wedding suite with his mistress, just the day before our wedding? I stood frozen, my mind overwhelmed with anger and disbelief. Vance and I had been together for seven years. I never knew he had someone else—a "true love" he kept hidden from me. He'd kept it so well, I had no idea. If it hadn't been for this anonymous email, I'd still be in the dark about his betrayal. I took a shaky breath, nausea rising in my throat. Just as I was about to close the video, I heard Vance's voice. "Selena, if only you were the one wearing the wedding dress. Every time I think about marrying Elva, I feel so disgusted I can't even eat." The woman, Selena, giggled at his words. "So, who's better in bed, me or Elva?" Vance laughed, his voice dripping with innuendo. "Of course, it's you. Elva's like a log—I don't even want to touch her. If she didn't keep chasing me, I never would've married her. She's boring, lifeless, disgusting." Selena laughed even more, clearly pleased. "Then after you marry her, will you still sneak around with me?" "Of course!" Vance's voice grew more heated as if her words spurred him on. He became more frenzied in his actions. Panting, he teased, "Selena, don't worry. I'll make sure you're the one to have my first child." I couldn't take it anymore. The woman's seductive laughter and moans pierced my heart like a knife. 'How dare Vance do this to me?' If not for his own words, I would never have known how little he truly thought of me. 'Was everything between us these past seven years a lie?' I closed the video, my hand trembling around the mouse. When the screen returned to the wedding vows document, I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Seven years of love—if I'd been raising a dog for that long, it would've formed some attachment. How could it not mean anything to someone I was about to marry? Shaking, I deleted the entire document. Just as I finished clearing it, Vance sent me a message. I wiped my tears and tried to steady myself before opening the chat. Vance's message read: "Elva, a friend of mine just got back and is going to be our best man." I stared at the message, my fingers shaking as I replied: "And then?" "Well, now we're short one bridesmaid. It's too late to find someone else, so I found someone for you. Aren't I thoughtful?" He followed up with a photo. I looked at the picture and felt my blood run cold—there was his mistress, Selena. At that moment, I almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. Vance really knew how to insult someone. Not only was he cheating on me the day before our wedding, but now he was trying to stick his mistress in my bridesmaid group. 'What's this? Is he planning to sneak off to our wedding suite with her during the ceremony?' I looked at his smug message and responded with heavy sarcasm: "Who is she?" Vance sent me a voice message. His tone was soft and affectionate, completely at odds with the man in the video. "She's a colleague from my company. Her name's Selena. She's free tomorrow and can help us out." 'A colleague?' I couldn't stop myself from imagining—while I was at home waiting anxiously for him, cooking dinner, was he out there kissing Selena with passion? The thought made me sick. Vance was still wrapped up in his "thoughtful boyfriend" persona and added: "Elva, she's done us such a big favor, we should definitely get her a gift." I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to get her a very generous gift!" I stressed the word "generous" with gritted teeth. I, Elva, was no fool. If he thought he could humiliate me like this, he'd pay for it. Just as my anger boiled over, Vance sent me another message: "By the way, did you return the bridesmaid dress? I picked one out from a friend's place, and it's on sale. I've already arranged the size for you." I opened the picture and nearly lost it completely. What he had picked wasn't a bridesmaid dress—it was a wedding gown! 'Is this some twisted joke? Are they planning to use my wedding to fulfill their own fantasies?' In our relationship, I'd always been the one to put up with him. If not for that anonymous email, I might have even agreed to all of this. I fought to control my fury, replied with a cold "Okay," and shut the computer down. 'He wants to cheat? Fine. I'm going to expose every dirty thing he's done.' I was going to ruin him—his affair with Selena would be public knowledge. He wouldn't get away with it.