After I Saw His Mole, I Dumped Him

My best friend's boyfriend is always so eager in bed. He's down to try anything and everything. But my fiancé? He's allergic to my bodily fluids. We practically never have s*x. Late one night, my friend sent me a video, bragging that she and her man had just unlocked a brand‑new position together. And me? I'd brushed my fiancé's hand by accident, and he'd given me the silent treatment ever since. Right when my best friend was posting all her new goodies, a million‑dollar designer bags and sparkling new jewelry her boyfriend had bought her, I was burning up with a 102‑degree fever, desperate for my fiancé to take care of me, and he turned me down cold… without a second thought. My friend treats all her steamy private exploits with her boyfriend like personal trophies, and she spills everything in our group chat every single day. I just sit there scrolling silently, my chest tight with a bitter ache, and so much envy I can barely stand it. Then, right before my wedding day, she posted a cryptic update on social media that screamed: We just broke up. Beneath it read: When dawn breaks, I'll watch you marry another. I clicked the full‑size image on instinct. Right there, below the man's collarbone, sat a tiny, perfectly heart‑shaped mole. That tiny heart‑shaped mole matched exactly the one right below my fiancé's collarbone. I jumped in my car instantly, flooring the gas the whole way and speeding straight to the location pinned in her post. The second I stepped into the hotel lobby, I saw him, Brandon Miller, who was supposed to be at his bachelor party. He had his arm wrapped snugly around Natalie Pierce, looking totally cozy. The way he looked at her, soft, adoring, full of longing, I had never gotten that look from him, not once in all our years together. Every few steps they took, they'd stop and make out fiercely, not even bothering to hide it from the crowd around them. One look at that disgusting display had my stomach churning so hard I almost threw up right there in the lobby. Brandon spotted me first. He wrenched away from Natalie instantly, panic written all over his face. "Chloe? What are you doing here?" I didn't answer. I just swung my bag and slammed it straight into Natalie's face. "Chloe! Are you insane?" Brandon shoved himself between Natalie and me, swung his hand back, and slapped me hard across the cheek. The sharp c***k echoed, and my face burned like it was on fire. But right after hitting me, he was already dabbing the blood from the corner of Natalie's mouth, cooing at her as if she were made of glass. Then he glared back up at me like I was his worst enemy. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you hit Natalie?!" I stared daggers at Brandon. "You ask me why I hit her? I'm the one who wants to know how long you two have been messing around behind my back!" Brandon stammered and hemmed and hawed for ages, too guilt‑ridden to get a single word out. But Natalie put on a weak, wobbly voice and panted out, "Don't be mad at Brandon… blame me. I just couldn't control my feelings for him. But it's also just your bad luck, isn't it? Brandon is allergic to your bodily fluids, after all. Besides, isn't it better for him to sleep with me than some random stranger? I was just helping you test him out early... isn't that nice?" My gaze drifted down to the brand‑new Van Cleef & Arpels necklace glinting around her neck. I'd seen that exact necklace before. I'd spotted it on a company expense report months ago, and I'd caught glimpses of it tucked away in the back of Brandon's closet dozens of times. Back then, I'd been so sure it was my fifth‑anniversary gift from him. That day, I waited until the sun went down, yet I never even got to see Brandon's face. It wasn't until three in the morning that Natalie dragged him home, dead drunk. As if that little dig wasn't enough, Natalie kept going, "Oh, and by the way, I taught Brandon all kinds of positions that women love. Tomorrow, on your wedding night, you won't have to worry about him fumbling around in the dark, and you won't have to be scared he'll hurt you." Brandon gave Natalie a satisfied nod, then turned to snap at me angrily. "Natalie did all this for our own good! Look at you overreacting.What's the big deal? I only slept with her a handful of times! We live in an age of s****l freedom, for crying out loud. Do you really have to be this pushy and over the top?" He knew exactly what I cared about, yet he hid behind this 'freedom' nonsense to force me to back down. I let out a cold laugh. "If you want freedom that badly, we can just call off tomorrow's wedding!" Just as I turned to leave, Natalie stepped right in my path. She pulled a bank card out of her pocket and slapped it mockingly against my cheek. "Don't say I'm being unfair," Natalie said with a smirk. "There's five hundred thousand dollars on this card. This is for your emotional damages." I didn't touch the card. I reared back and kicked her hard right in the stomach. Caught completely off guard, Natalie grunted in agony and doubled over. I stepped forward, squeezing her chin hard in my grip. "Keep this pathetic pocket change to buy yourself a grave plot!" The very next second, a sharp, throbbing pain blazed to life on the back of my head. I clutched the back of my skull and spun around. Brandon had actually lifted a heavy ceramic potted plant from the lobby display beside him and smashed it straight into me. "Don't blame me," Brandon growled, his face dark. "You started this." I stared down at the fresh blood covering my palm, and the searing pain blurred my vision until everything went black.