Swamp Murder

Swamp Murder. 36

Wang's Pov.

I was furious.

Dre had no right, no right to show Zhan something like that on our wedding dinner of all nights. If he wanted to stir up trouble, he should have come to me. Instead, he blindsided Zhan, humiliated him, and left me scrambling to fix the damage.

And now, on top of that, I was still struggling to understand what had even happened last night. Why had I fallen asleep like that? Something wasn't adding up.

Then, this morning, I walked into the kitchen and saw breakfast carefully packed away.

It wasn't Lusi who made it.

I knew that immediately.

And it hurt.

Because even after everything, even after last night, Zhan had still thought of me. Had still made me food.

And I had hurt him in ways I didn't even fully understand yet.

The moment I reached Dre's apartment, I didn't bother knocking. I let myself in like I owned the place.

"Trouble in paradise," I heard Dre's boyfriend murmur from the couch, barely sparing me a glance.

Dre was lounging on the couch, his head resting on his boyfriend's lap, looking completely unbothered. He barely lifted his gaze as he drawled, "What are you doing here?"

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm. "Dre, I thought you and I were friends. And I know you knew that Zhan and I got married yesterday. So tell me, why the hell did you show him that video? If you wanted to show anyone, you could have shown me."

Dre finally sat up, stretching lazily before his sharp eyes locked onto mine.

"Wang, you and I are not friends," he said, his voice dry, emotionless. "Zhan is my friend. Whatever game you're playing with him, stop it."

I let out a short, bitter chuckle, caught off guard by how easily he dismissed me.

"I thought we were friends," I said slowly. "But since you see me as an enemy, I guess I'll have to treat you like one."

"Zhan loves you." Dre hissed.

"You think I don't know that?" I snapped.

Dre scoffed, arms crossed. "If you knew, you wouldn't be here playing detective after the damage is already done." His eyes burned with anger. "I know what Zhan has been through. If he had listened to me, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

I clenched my jaw. "You act like I was the one who put him through hell."

"No," Dre said, his voice dripping with venom. "But you're just like the rest of them. You rich bastards take what you want, use people until they break, and then throw them away when you're done."

I exhaled sharply, keeping my anger in check. "Zhan is different," I said, my voice quieter but firm.

Dre's jaw tightened. "Damn right he is." He shook his head, looking at me with disgust. "And if you really love him, Wang, you'd stop pretending you're his savior and actually do something about this mess."

Dre's words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I kept my expression unreadable. "You're rich," I hissed, my voice tight with frustration.

He scoffed, leaning back, clearly too proud of the darkness in his past. "I made myself rich by forging documents, doing fake passports. My parents were shitheads, and I understand Zhan. I get him."