My Fiancé Chose Her,So I Buried Them BothChapter 1
The day I took over my family's branch in Monterra City fell right on the water festival—and I barely made it out of the banquet before a crowd closed in around me, blasting me with high-pressure water guns.
The one spraying hardest was Gloria Fox, my fiancé's childhood sweetheart.
The jet hit my gown and soaked it through in an instant, the fabric clinging to every line of my body.
I stepped forward and slapped the water gun out of Gloria's hands, my voice hard.
"There's a line, even on a holiday."
I didn't even finish the sentence before tears were already streaming down Gloria's face.
"The whole point of the water festival is getting soaked through! Why do you always have to pick on me…"
Brent's expression changed the second he saw her crying.
He pulled Gloria into his arms and glanced back over his shoulder.
A dozen high-pressure water guns swung toward me at once and opened fire.
Every jet targeted the same parts of my body—chest, hips, thighs.
The pressurized water hammered through the front of my dress in seconds, the outline of my bra showing clear as day.
The crowd around us kept growing.
My eyes burned red as I screamed.