I Gifted My Cheating Fiancée to My Best Friend

In my past life, just days before our wedding, I caught my fiancée, Chloe, having sex with my best friend, Tyler, right on the bed I had just bought for our new home.

In a fit of blind rage, I grabbed a baseball bat and swung it at the cheating bastards. Chloe ended up with a bloody forehead and called the cops immediately.

I was arrested for aggravated assault. To keep me out of prison for two years, my mom had to exhaust her savings to pay an $80,000 settlement. But things got worse.

The moment I was released from the precinct, Chloe sued me, claiming I had stolen her $100,000 designer jewelry set.

With no evidence to prove my innocence, the court ordered me to pay her the $100,000. The shock was too much for my mom.

She suffered a severe brain hemorrhage and ended up in the ICU.

Distraught and losing my mind under the crushing weight of it all, I lost my footing, tumbled down the stairs, and died from a fatal head injury. But when I opened my eyes again...

I was back. Back to the exact day I caught them in bed. My friends and I stood frozen, staring at my fiancée, Chloe, and my best friend, Tyler.

They were completely naked under the sheets of my wedding bed. Their clothes were scattered all over the floor, and the room smelled sickeningly of sex.

For a second, the entire world went dead silent. My friends were absolutely speechless at the sheer audacity of the two people in front of us.

As for me, I was still in a daze, trying to process the fact that I had just been reborn.

Before I died on those stairs in my past life, I had received the court's asset seizure notice. They were going to force me to pay Chloe that $100,000.

Even in death, I knew that money would have been sucked dry by that toxic woman. "You shameless pieces of trash! What the hell are you doing?!" "Chloe!

You're getting married in a week! How could you do this?" "Wait, isn't that Tyler? Ethan's best friend? How could you sleep with your bro's girl?

Have you no freaking shame?" Once the shock wore off, my friends erupted, screaming curses at the two of them. But Chloe and Tyler didn't react the way normal cheaters would.

They didn't panic, and they didn't try to scramble for cover. Instead, they looked up at me with pure arrogance and mockery in their eyes.

Chloe slowly, casually pulled the duvet up to cover her chest. "What are you doing here?

Weren't you supposed to be booking the wedding cars?" No kneeling, no crying, no begging for mercy. Just pure, unadulterated shamelessness. Suddenly, it clicked.

Before coming to the townhouse, I had texted Chloe, telling her I was bringing a few friends over to show them the place. She knew we were coming. She had set this up on purpose.

In my past life, I had lost all capacity to think. Blinded by their disgusting attitude, I had grabbed a heavy metal thermos and hurled it at them.

Chloe, despite being a seemingly fragile girl, had wiped the blood from her forehead with a chilling calmness and called 911. She had wanted to trigger me. I finally understood.

I couldn't let her provoke me this time. But my friends were already losing their minds. "Thank God we came to check out the place.

Otherwise, Ethan would have married this whore without ever knowing!" "Quick, record this!

Post it on SnapChat so everyone can see what kind of trash they are!" My friends pulled out their phones, aiming the cameras at the halfnaked couple. "Stop!

Don't record!" I barked out the order. I stepped forward, blocking their camera lenses. My friends stared at me in disbelief. "Are you out of your mind, Ethan?

If we don't record this, they'll just deny it later!" I let out a bitter laugh. So what if they denied it? In my past life, I had submitted the video of their affair in court.

But the judge told me that because Chloe and I weren't legally married yet, her cheating wasn't a crime—it was just a moral issue.

Instead, Chloe had used the video to sue me for invasion of privacy. "Sharing videos like this is a violation of privacy laws in this state. She will sue us," I explained calmly.

My words worked. My friends slowly lowered their phones. "So we just let them get away with this?

What if they twist the story and blame you?" one of my friends asked, his chest heaving with anger. "Oh, we are definitely taking photos," I said, pulling out my own phone. "But I'll do it myself."

I snapped a dozen clear photos of the two of them clinging to each other in bed. There wasn't a hint of fear on their faces.

Tyler even gave me a smug, condescending sneer. "Come on, Ethan. You can't really blame me.

You just didn't have what it takes to satisfy Chloe." "A woman's heart goes where her body goes.

I couldn't stop her even if I tried." Hearing such trash speak was enough to make anyone throw up blood.

This was my "best friend." He was the one who had introduced Chloe to me in the first place. I had been so grateful to him, thinking I had found a beautiful, sweet girl.

Who would have thought they were riding each other on my wedding bed? Fortunately, nothing he said could trigger me anymore. In my past life, I was emotionally unstable.

I had broken down, constantly questioning what I did wrong to deserve such betrayal. But now? I didn't doubt myself for a second. I wasn't going to waste my energy.

Because I knew they weren't normal human beings. They were wolves in sheep's clothing. "You absolute scumbag!

Ethan treated you like a brother, and you sleep with his fiancée?" My best friend, Marcus, couldn't take it anymore. He lunged forward to punch Tyler in the face.

I grabbed Marcus with all my strength, holding him back. Marcus's face was red with rage. "Let me go, Ethan! Let me teach this bastard a lesson!

I'll do it so you don't get your hands dirty!" I knew how much Marcus cared. He was a real friend who genuinely wanted to see me happy and settled.

But the price of a temporary thrill in my past life was the destruction of my entire family.

I didn't even know what happened to my mom in the ICU after I died. "They're not worth it," I said, holding Marcus tight.

My voice was incredibly calm. "Getting ourselves locked up over these two pieces of trash is not worth it." Looking into my highly rational eyes, Marcus slowly calmed down. "Call off the wedding.

Right now!" "Yeah, you can find someone way better. Don't ever touch this garbage again." The other friends chimed in.

They listened to me and stopped trying to initiate a physical fight, but they didn't hold back their tongues. They used every curse word in the dictionary to drag the two in bed.

Yet, Chloe and Tyler showed zero remorse.

They slowly got dressed, looking at my furious friends with nothing but amusement. "Call off the wedding?" Chloe smirked. "Fine by me, Ethan.

Anyone who backs out now is a loser." Hearing her agree to call off the wedding so easily made my heart sink. Right.

If we called off the wedding, I should have gotten my wedding savings back. Chloe and Tyler had staged this entire cheating scene just to force me to call off the wedding.

Once I did, her next step would be accusing me of stealing and swapping her jewelry. This time, I wasn't going to let her pull the strings.

I took a deep breath, opened SnapChat, and sent the photos to our mutual group chat. "I just shared your little performance with everyone." "Enjoy the spotlight." With that, I turned to my friends. "Let's go." "Ethan, don't be too sad.

Finding out before the wedding is actually a blessing..." My friends tried their best to comfort me on the way out.

I assured them I was fine, then immediately dialed my mom's number. "Mom, I'm coming home right now." "If Chloe or her mom calls or texts you, do not pick up.

Do not reply to anything."

When I walked through the door, my mom's eyes were already red. The SnapChat group had exploded. The photos of the confrontation had gone viral among our social circle.

Chloe's mom, Brenda, had already bombarded my mom's phone. My mom had followed my advice and didn't pick up, but she couldn't avoid seeing the dozens of nasty, threatening texts.

I took the phone from her hands. I sat down in front of her and patiently explained the entire situation. I had to keep her calm.

I had to make sure she wouldn't get so stressed that she'd suffer another stroke. Suddenly, Brenda's name flashed on the screen again. I picked it up. "You scumbag son of yours!

How dare he post my daughter's photos online?! He ruined her life!

I swear to God, I will destroy both of you!" The woman who used to play the sweet, loving future motherinlaw had finally dropped her mask. "You've got the wrong scumbag," I replied coldly. "Your daughter is the trash here.

But then again, a rotten apple doesn't fall far from a rotten tree.

Maybe you should look in the mirror." Brenda lost her mind, screaming even louder. "Don't get cocky, you little bastard!

We are suing you for invasion of privacy!" I let out a laugh. "Sue me for what exactly?" The photos I posted showed scattered clothes and a messy room.

Not a single photo showed their private parts. Brenda went silent for a second, caught off guard. "You piece of trash... just you wait!" she hissed and slammed the phone down.

Since she couldn't get the upper hand with me, she gave up.

Even though I had prepared my mom, hearing Brenda's vile language still made her tremble, tears spilling down her cheeks. "We are calling off this wedding!

We are not marrying into that insane family!

Tell them to return the wedding money, and we need to get back that $100,000 jewelry set we bought her!" I squeezed my mom's hand. "We can't get it back right now." "She won't return it.

Since I gifted it to her, it's technically hers.

And right now, she's preparing to frame me, claiming I swapped her real jewelry for fakes so she can force me to pay her cash." My mom's jaw dropped. "Fakes?

But we bought them from a certified luxury boutique! They have receipts and certificates!" Yes, they did. But it was useless. In my past life, Chloe had planned this long ago.

Even though I paid for the jewelry, she had registered the purchase under her own name. I had no way of proving those jewels were paid for by me as an engagement gift.

I sat in silence, carefully analyzing the situation. This was a trap set up by Chloe and Tyler. In fact, Tyler had probably set me up with Chloe from the very beginning.

I knew Tyler had been in deep financial trouble for the last two years. At the time, I hadn't thought much of it. Chloe was beautiful and seemingly sweet—she looked perfect.

I sighed and shook my head. I didn't know where the real jewelry was hidden yet. But Chloe was definitely going to sue me for $100,000.

In this life, no matter how hard it got, I was going to crack this seemingly unsolvable trap.

As expected, when I officially demanded a breakup and the return of our wedding funds, Chloe just gave me a cold, mocking smile. "Break up? Sure, Ethan.

But first, why don't you explain why you stole my jewelry and replaced them with cheap fakes?

Only you knew the passcode to my safe, and your fingerprints are all over it." The exact same words, the exact same scene from my past life. I stared at her quietly.

Even though I had prepared myself mentally, seeing her face still made a volcano of rage bubble up inside me. I had genuinely loved this woman.

I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Who could have guessed her heart was as venomous as a viper? She popped open the velvet jewelry box.

Inside lay the gold bangles, diamond necklaces, and earrings, worth $100,000 in total. "Everything is here.

It looks fine, right?" "But if I hadn't checked closely, I never would have noticed they were cheap knockoffs." She pulled out a heavy pair of wire cutters and easily snipped one of the gold bangles. Snap. The bangle broke in half, revealing a dull, grey lead core.

She went on a snapping spree, cutting through every single piece. Every single one of them revealed a cheap, greyishwhite interior. Everyone in the room gasped. "Fakes!

They are all fakes! See?

I wanted to marry him with all my heart, and he used fake jewelry to scam me!" Brenda rushed out of the room, screaming curses, calling me a cheap, broke thief. I glanced at my mom.

Thanks to my warning, she just pressed her lips together and remained silent.

I squeezed her hand. Thank God I was reborn. My mom wouldn't suffer a stroke this time, and she wouldn't be blocked by Chloe's thugs from getting to the hospital. "How pathetic!

I've never heard of a man stealing his own fiancée's jewelry!" "Unless you give us the real $100,000 jewelry, don't think about leaving this house!" Chloe screamed.

I acted like I didn't care, letting her put on her little show. I had no intention of leaving anyway. Her performance wasn't finished.

I just mumbled halfheartedly, "I bought them and gave them to you. I have no idea how they became fake." Just like in my past life, Chloe dialed 911.

Brenda kept spitting insults at me, trying to break my spirit. But none of her words could hurt me now. Why? Because I had brought several of my own sharptongued aunts with me.

Following my instructions, they didn't let Brenda control the narrative.

When Brenda accused me of swapping the jewelry, my aunts retorted by calling her daughter a cheating whore, questioning what kind of mother raised such a girl.

It became a screaming match of "you insult yours, I insult yours." When the police arrived, they realized it was a civil dispute.

They advised us to settle it through mediation or take it to civil court. "Alright, let's go," I told my family.

Chloe stared at me with an unreadable expression, wanting to block me, but the officers wouldn't let her. "Ethan, don't think you can get away with this. I will see you in court.

But for old time's sake, if you get on your knees and beg me, and post a public apology on Instagram to clear my name, maybe I'll shave a few thousand off the bill." Her smug face made me want to throw up.

Talking to this trash was a waste of breath. "Sure," I said. "Go ahead and sue. Whoever backs down is a coward."