Chapter 3

"Also, the Hayes family's company—I want to hear news of their bankruptcy within three days."

After the call, I took a photo of the blood-stained sheet.

Then I posted it on Instagram.

**[Thanks to my ex-fiancée's boyfriend for the wedding gift.]**

The next second, my phone exploded.

Summer's calls came in the most.

"What's that post supposed to mean? Don't you know Derek is applying to Ivy League schools? What you posted could ruin his chances!"

I didn't respond, hung up decisively, and blocked her number.

At 3 AM, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I opened my phone and saw Derek had updated his Instagram.

He posted a bar photo—Summer leaning against Derek's shoulder, her cheeks flushed.

Caption:

**What's a husband compared to a friend? May our friendship last forever!**

The comments were full of likes.

One friend, unhappy with their behavior, commented:

"Summer's about to get married. You two should keep your distance!"

Summer replied directly in the comments:

"It's just having drinks with a friend. If Logan can't even handle that, we just won't get married."

Expressionless, I liked the post.

After taking a few sleeping pills, I finally felt drowsy.

That's when my phone rang—a friend calling.

"Logan, this is bad. Summer's causing a scene at the bar. Come help!"

My head was fuzzy. It took me a moment to process what he'd said.

"I'm not going. Why would you call me? Just call the cops."

"If you don't come, Summer's going to get hurt!" my friend urged.

Summer's screams came through the phone.

Even though I'd decided to cut ties with her, we had dated after all. I couldn't just let her get hurt.

I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bar.

The moment I pushed open the bar door, a bucket of red wine poured down from above.

Seeing me drenched and pathetic, Derek doubled over laughing.

"Logan Carter, you're such an idiot. All it took was a made-up excuse to get you here."

Summer sat on the couch, confidently raising an eyebrow.

"See, Derek? I told you Logan is just a lovesick puppy who won't leave. No matter what I do, he can't bear to walk away from me."

Derek sat back down next to Summer. "I lost the bet. How are you going to punish me?"

The crowd egged them on. "How else? Kiss her!"

Summer blushed. "My fiancé is right here. You guys are too much."

Her mouth said no, but her body leaned honestly against Derek.

I walked up, grabbed an open champagne bottle nearby, and poured it directly over their heads.

Summer shrieked at me. "Logan Carter, have you lost your mind?!"

Derek's curly hair was plastered wetly to his forehead, making him look like a drowned rat.

Summer immediately grabbed tissues to wipe him off, full of concern.

She glared up at me.

"Logan, Derek just likes pranks! He doesn't mean any harm! Why are you being so petty!"

I scoffed. "So sleeping together was just a prank too?"

Summer's face turned crimson. Finally, she stood up and shoved me hard.

The champagne tower scattered across the floor. I fell onto broken glass, pain shooting through my back.