They were playing a vulgar game of passing tissues with their mouths.
Tiffany deliberately bit the tissue until only a tiny corner was left. Jack leaned in several times but couldn’t grab it.
“Jack lost! Time for punishment!”
Someone shouted: “How about you publicly confess to someone? What about Tiffany?”
Tiffany giggled and collapsed onto Jack’s lap, playfully punching his chest:
“Oh my, how embarrassing!”
Another person yelled: “Things have already gone this far, what’s the point of
confessing?”
“Tiffany, what exactly happened back then? Give us brothers the juicy details!”
As everyone joked around, Tiffany suddenly said bluntly:
“Watch daddy’s skills! Monkey steals the peach!”
Jack deftly blocked her, laughing and cursing: “You little brat!”
As they roughhoused, he inadvertently grabbed the string of her bikini top and yanked.
The strap instantly came loose!
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Amid Tiffany’s screams, Jack reflexively pulled her tightly into his arms, shouting at
everyone:
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“Turn around, don’t look!”
The waves crashed relentlessly.
He gently helped her retie the strings, his fingertips grazing her bare back.
Their gazes intertwined, sparks flying.
In that moment, I watched as the man I loved, who once stood in the sunlight with me, exploded into a mess of rotten flesh.
While I hid in the shadows, fully covered up, peeking at other people’s happiness like a cockroach.
Pathetically watching the father of my child instinctively protect another woman.
Ryan beside me couldn’t hold back anymore and wanted to rush over, but I firmly held
him back.
After hesitating for a long time, I called Jack’s phone.
Across the not–too–far distance, I saw his phone light up.
He glanced at it.
The ringtone sounded once, then twice.
He just looked at it, never answering.
Tiffany saw the “Wife” contact name and pouted.
“You promised to keep me company. No distractions allowed, not even her. Otherwise I’ll never talk to you again.”
Jack smiled and raised his hand to toss the phone into a glass full of alcohol, raising an eyebrow:
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“My little princess, satisfied now?”
Seeing Tiffany finally nod, Jack lifted her high above his head and spun her around.
Her excited screams carried on the sea breeze.
I put down the phone that was still recording video, tears already soaking through my mask.
Jack, so six years of love amounted to only this.
hope you’re prepared for the eighteen levels of hell waiting for you.
They must have gotten tired of playing, as the group sat down to chat.