“What a joke! That rental must’ve cost you half a year’s salary. Do you really think you can compete with Logan’s wife?”
As they ridiculed me, I calmly replied, “This is my car.”
Logan strode up to me, his face twisted in anger. Without warning, he punched me.
“This car? It’s my wife’s! You’re the guy she’s been secretly seeing behind my back, aren’t you?”
“You leech, driving my wife’s car to my wedding? How shameless can you be?”
The sudden punch knocked me off my feet and my old classmates stared in disbelief.
“Logan, is this really your wife’s car?” someone asked.
Logan smirked with pride. “Why would I lie?”
He pulled out his phone and showed off a few photos of him and Lily. They were intimately posed together, some taken inside the car and others on the hood, with the license plate clearly visible.
The crowd immediately gasped. “So it’s true! That means Ethan is definitely mooching off someone else’s wife!”
Logan glared at me coldly. “No wonder you’ve been so quiet on social media all these years. Turns out you’re nothing but a leech.”
The others quickly chimed in.
“Wow, Ethan! You always looked so put together. Never thought you’d stoop to this.”