A pause.
“Also, dig into the transfer records between them.”
My tone remained level, almost too calm. “Contact a few top streamers. The ones who can arrive fastest. Send another car with two bodyguards—I’m going live tonight.”
I opened the app, typed the stream title: “Honeymoon Threesome: My Wife and Her ‘Best Friend.’”
At first, only a trickle of viewers joined. Clickbait? Another desperate stunt? they typed. But when a few big-name streamers linked in, the audience shot past 100,000.
I forced a smile, one that felt more painful than crying.
“People always say men and women can be ‘just friends.’ Tonight, let’s test that theory.”
I stood before the bridal chamber, scanned my fingerprint, and nodded. My bodyguard kicked the door open.
“Everyone, look for yourselves.”
