They Bet On How Fast I Would Cry On Our Anniversary Chapter 06

They Bet On How Fast I Would Cry On Our Anniversary Chapter 06

The next morning, I woke up to another video online.

Ethan had edited it overnight.

It showed me signing the divorce agreement as the timer ran.

The footage ended the moment I closed the agreement.

His caption read: [The Ultimate Dare of the Year.]

[Claire played it so well, even I almost fell for it.]

The comments were full of laughter.

People praised us for knowing how to keep things fun as a couple.

Some said all the drama from the past few days was obviously just part of the act.

Others were relieved for Sophie.

[See? The pregnancy really was fake. A best friend would never actually steal someone’s husband.]

[Claire took it way too far. Sophie got dragged for nothing.]

Even at the very end, Ethan was still trying to wire my story for me,

He refused to let my pain be real.

He refused to admit that I’d truly chosen to leave him.

But he’d forgotten that I’d downloaded every version from the shared doc.

The original footage from the past three years had also been backed up to our home cloud storage

the entire time.

I organized the unedited footage, the complete planning documents, and the betting records.

Then I released a statement.

[I never agreed to be part of the so-called “Claire’s Jealousy Challenge.”]

[Every tear, every fight, every time I walked out-all of it was real.]

[The divorce agreement is legally valid. The rest will be handled through the proper legal process.]

In the full footage from three years ago, I was crying in the hallway, asking him, “Did you really regret marrying me?”

He held me with one arm and flashed a thumbs-up at the camera hidden behind the door.

Two years ago, after I shoved him and Sophie apart, I hid in the bathroom and threw up until my whole body shook.

Outside the door, the others were celebrating their winnings.

After last year’s fake wedding, I took off my wedding ring and told him I couldn’t keep doing this.

Ethan turned around and replied in the group chat: [Relax. She’ll be back by day three

And this year’s script.

The line “She won’t actually go through with it. We can push it further” was front and center.

Public opinion completely flipped.

People who’d praised the games were now demanding to know why they’d treated someone’s fear

and tears like a show.

Our friends started deleting their videos and shutting down their accounts.

It also came out that Sophie had helped revise the script every year.

Ethan quickly started calling me from different numbers.

“Why did you release all the original footage?”

“Because it’s the truth.”

“That’s our private life!”

I laughed. “When you were publicly betting on my pain, why didn’t you think it was private?”

He was silent for a long time.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was much softer.

“I’ll apologize publicly.”

“Just take down the statement first. Sophie won’t even leave the house.”

Still her. The first person he thought about.

“Ethan, you still don’t get it.”

“I don’t need your apology anymore.”

“I just won’t let you lie for me again.”

I hung up.

Half an hour later, he found my hotel.

I wouldn’t go down. Ethan just stood in the lobby, sending me message after message.

[Claire, I admit it. You were really hurt.]

[I won’t do this anymore.]

[Come down. Let’s talk in person.]

It was the first time he’d admitted that my pain hadn’t been an act. But it was just too late.

I sent him the divorce appointment again.

[You want to talk? We’ll talk at the courthouse.]