The One-Way Ticket Chapter 1

After five years of long-distance dating, my boyfriend and I called each other every day to satisfy our physical needs.

When reaching the climax, Liam would always say to me, still wanting more,

"Chloe, I miss you so much I'm going crazy..."

So, I booked a red-eye flight back home, secretly hiding in his closet to give him a surprise.

But when the bedroom door opened, Liam carried my best friend onto our marital bed.

Mia rolled over and straddled him, unbuttoning his shirt one by one while saying coquettishly,

"Liam, that idiot Chloe hasn't figured out we're together for five years. It's so boring."

"She's proposed to you ninety-nine times. How about we give her a surprise at our wedding next week?"

I gripped the engagement ring in my palm tightly.

My mind went completely blank.

I saw Liam's hand slip under her skirt, his voice lazy.

"What's the rush? I've already exiled her to Northern Europe, are you still worried?"

Through the wood, the obscene sounds were magnified infinitely in my ears.

And I, huddled in the closet covering my mouth, felt my heart completely die.

...

The two on the bed were stark naked, kissing passionately.

Tears smashed hard onto my phone, the screen suddenly lighting up with a text from Liam.

[Chloe, let's not just do a voice call today, how about a video call?]

Mia looked at the chat box and scoffed disdainfully.

"Liam, it's one thing to let her listen when we're doing it, but today you actually dare to do a live broadcast?"

Liam, biting her bra, smiled roguishly.

"Guess if she dares to answer?"

Before I could react, Liam's video call was already ringing.

With trembling hands, I tapped the screen several times before finally hitting decline.

One was the man who had formed a human bridge in the rubble of an earthquake, protecting me underneath him, risking his life to save me.

The other was the woman who single-handedly rescued me when the school bullies wanted to slash my face.

And now, they were rolling in the sheets on the bed I bought for my wedding.

The visual impact was too much for me.

So much so that even after they used an entire box of condoms,

I still couldn't snap out of it.

Liam lit a post-coital cigarette and slowly looked towards the closet.

Our eyes met.

My heart felt like it was viciously squeezed by someone.

The next second.

Liam blew a smoke ring, raised an eyebrow, and smiled.

"Chloe, do you have some kind of voyeuristic fetish? How long are you going to hide in the closet?"

Mia, on the bed, turned pale and scared, diving straight under the covers.

Three seconds later.

I stumbled out of the closet, my voice shaking uncontrollably.

"I, I originally wanted to give you a surprise..."

Liam slowly sat up and deliberately blew smoke in my face.

"A surprise? The text confirmation for your flight was forwarded to my phone ages ago. What surprise could there be?"

He reached under Mia's skirt and threw a wet bunny tail plug at me.

"Learn a thing or two. This is what you call a surprise."

I had proposed to him ninety-nine times, trying different methods every time.

Just to repay him for saving my life.

But now, all my efforts had become a joke.

"Why? Why are you guys doing this to me..."

Seeing my confused look, Liam said indifferently,

"Why? Chloe, you didn't think you could monopolize me, did you? Don't be so selfish."

"Besides, every time I called you, Mia would moan. Could you really not hear it?"

It turned out that every moment he said he missed me,

his body was in negative-distance contact with Mia.

I was trembling all over, my stomach churning.

Mia pulled my nightgown over herself and put it on slowly, saying with a half-smile,

"Chloe, didn't you used to say you were willing to share everything with me?"

"You're so busy with work, I kindly helped Liam solve his physical problems. Shouldn't you thank me?"

I pushed her away hard, grabbed a picture frame, and smashed it at her.

"Get out! Get the hell out!"

Ironically.

The photo of me and Liam in the frame had actually been replaced with one of Mia in a bikini.

And Liam told me every day,

that when he missed me, he could only look at my photo.

Turns out it was this photo he was looking at.

After a gasp.

Liam blocked Mia without hesitation.

The picture frame hit his forehead, and blood immediately flowed down.

"Chloe, stop acting crazy, okay? It's not like I don't want you anymore."

"It's not my fault I'm not marrying you. Don't you ever look in the mirror to see where you stand?"

"Mia and I are just having a wedding. As long as you don't make a fuss, our relationship will never change."

I crazily grabbed everything I could reach and threw it at them.

"Relationship? What relationship? The relationship where I'm the other woman?"

"Get out! You pair of cheating scumbags, get the hell out of here!"

The door slammed with a deafening noise.

Looking at the messy bedroom,

I violently threw the engagement ring clutched in my hand out the window.

Then, as if possessed, I picked up a small piece of broken glass.

Just like when I was a kid, I numbly pressed it against my wrist and slashed down.