
I thought his glowing 98 was a Love Meter—until I caught him in my sister's bed and it ticked to 100. Then, the glowing crimson text finally revealed itself: [Treachery Gauge: 100. Betrayals: 100.] I wasn't loved; I was played! At the altar, the smug alpha waits for me to beg. Instead, I shove the marriage vow to his quiet brother whose gauge stayed at ZERO. "Trash, you're dumped." He thinks I'm bluffing? The real revenge starts now.