The second video cut in. Tristan carried Cassandra into a hotel, bridal style.
At that exact moment, a message lit up on my phone: Honey, my phone’s broken. I’m using a friend’s. I’ll be sleeping at my bestie’s house tonight. Good night~
I stared at it for a long time. Then, slowly, I sat up.
“Ella,” I said evenly, “frame that sperm donation certificate. And hire a brass band. Make sure they’re the loud, nosy kind.”
She blinked. “What are you planning?”
“Simple,” I said, savoring each word. “I’m bringing a wedding gift to the hotel—brass band blazing—to celebrate my wife’s remarriage.”
When everything was ready, I went live. With a sorrowful face, I told the stream:
“Brothers, I’m in agony. My wife swears she and her male best friend are just friends. Am I being paranoid?”
The comments poured in.
[You’re too insecure. Men and women can be pure friends.]
[Streamer’s just petty.]
I shook my head, sighing.
“No, no, not petty. She learned her lesson after the last conflict. If there really is an affair, I won’t hesitate. I’ll even arrange her wedding myself!”
The livestream exploded. The hashtag “One Woman, Two Husbands” shot up the hot list.