After My Fiancé Leaked My Private Photos, I Went Absolutely Mad
The elite circles all whisper that David Ashcroft is the ideal fiancé—cold, untouchable, repulsed by even a woman's fingertips.
Yet when my most intimate photos, *leaked by his own hands*, flood the internet, I'm left curled on the bathroom floor retching in agony—while my so-called "gynophobic" fiancé toasts with his white moonlight, Celia Davis, at their private club.
My phone lights up with his icy message: *["Remember—never dare to touch me again."]*
Then Celia's text stabs through: *["Thanks for the 'portfolio,' dear fiancée. My boyfriend's skills are *far* more impressive than you imagined~"]*
The attached screenshot freezes my blood—David's chat logs, where my photos are auctioned with the caption: *["Just a plaything. Highest bidder wins."]*
So this is the truth behind his "disgust for women"—a carefully crafted mask for *this* long-planned humiliation.
Cake Bird · Fantasy
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