No One Is Spared

At my engagement banquet, I was trapped in a bathroom stall, greeted by a bucket of filthy water.

My fiancé leaned against the door, his face a picture of pure amusement.

“Miss Shen, I bet you’ve never tasted the sensation of having sewage dumped over your head before, have you? How does it feel?”

“Pretty refreshing.”

My smile was even more arrogant than his.

“But honestly? Watching your sweetheart sob on the floor felt even better.”