The Seventh Miserable Bride

After a day's work, Fynn Jaymond returned home. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw a man sitting on the couch and he was talking happily with his wife. His handsome face immediately darkened.

Ahem...

He coughed on purpose, trying to attract their attention, but to no avail. He didn't know whether they didn't hear him or they had deliberately ignored him. No one turned around and they chatted happily topic after topic.

"Tiffany-"

He spoke in a deep voice. Tiffany Simons turned around and she ran to him mischievously, "Honey, you're back. Come on, let me introduce you to each other. This is my husband Fynn, and this is my good friend Langston, whom I met in Paris a few years

ΛΑΪ

ago.

What kind of friend was he? What kind of name was Langston? Why did his name make him want to punch him?

"Hello."

"Hello."

They shook hands and the shining earrings on Langston's left ear caught his eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows. When did Tiffany become friends with such a ruffian?

"Excuse us for a moment, I would like to talk to my wife privately."

Fynn pulled Tiffany into their room. As soon as he closed the door, he reproached her unhappily, "Why did you bring that man back to our house? Look at the way he is dressed. It's ugly."

"Honey, you're so outdated. It's called fashion, not ugly. You just don't know how to appreciate it."

"Oh, I don't know how to appreciate it? Why don't you go to the streets and ask some random stranger whether he looks like a gangster?"

"Don't call him a gangster. Even if he's a gangster, so what? Our country values social equality. We should treat our compatriots equally. Wasn't your father also a gangster? Has anyone ever looked down on him?"

Fynn rubbed his chest, "Well fine, I will drop this topic. When are you going to kick him out of the house?"

"What do you mean? He purposely flew back to visit me. I intend to let him stay for a few more days!"

"That won't do!"

Fynn put his hands on his waist, "I'm not going to stay if he stays! It's up to you!"

Tiffany curled her lips, "I am loyal to my friends. If you want to leave, please feel free to leave. I am not going to kick my friend out of the house."

"You..."

Fynn was wordless with rage. Tiffany went out of the bedroom. Soon, the sound of them chatting happily came from outside the bedroom, which made a fresh swell of rage rise in the man who had been ignored in the bedroom.

When they were having dinner in the evening, Tiffany kept on scooping food for Langston, urging him gently, "Langston, you've got to eat more. You won't be able to find this kind of local food when you go back."

Langston giggled, "Thank you, my dear..."

Irritation pricked at Fynn. If it weren't for the fact that he had a good reputation to keep, the table would have been overturned by him. Those two were already flirting in front of him, he couldn't imagine what they were like when he was away.

"Honey, why are you not eating? Why are you staring at us? Is there something on our faces?"

Tiffany wiped her face and raised Langston's chin. "Langston, let me see your face. Hey, there's nothing."

He had a miserable time during dinner. After dinner, he left the house. Soon, he brought their daughter back from his father's house. He hoped that Tiffany would shift her attention to their daughter. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, Langston rushed towards him and took Boo Boo from his arms. "Wow, Boo Boo, look at you! You've grown so much since I last saw you. Come here, let me kiss you. Oh my, you smell so good!"

Fynn was a little stunned. He wanted to reach over and grab his daughter back, but when he saw his wife glaring at him, he withdrew his hand unwillingly.

"Tiffany, why doesn't this child look like you at all?" "Who says so? If she doesn't look like me, then who does she look like? You?"

"Hey, let me look at her again. Hmm, she really looks a little like me. Look at this nose and this lip, they are as beautiful as mine. And her eyes, how attractive!"]

Fynn really couldn't bear it anymore. How dare Langston said that his daughter did not look like him. He would be a coward if he continued enduring it.

He said in an unfriendly tone, "Mr. Langston, how could my daughter look like you? Your words are making me feel a little uncomfortable, do you know that?"

Langston smiled and waved it off. "Go ahead and ask your wife. When we were together, she often said that she hoped her child would look like me in the future. I just wanted to make her happy." Tiffany reached over and took her daughter into her arms, "Langston, shall we bring Boo Boo out for a stroll?"

"Sure."

The two of them walked out of the living room side by side. Fynn remained rooted in the same place and anger thrummed through his veins. He was the man of the house and the father of the child. Why did he feel like an outsider in his own house?

He sat down on the couch and took out his phone to call Sebastian. When the call was connected, he gnashed his teeth and said, "Sebastian, can you do something about Tiffany?"

"What happened to Tiffany?" "I don't know where the heck she found this friend who openly flirts with her in front of my face. And now she is taking a walk with the man with our daughter in his arms. The man even said that my daughter looks like him. Don't you think that it's a little ridiculous?"

Sebastian pulled the phone slightly away from his ear and said calmly, "I understand how you feel, Fynn. But this is your family's affairs, so I'd better mind my own business. I'm sure you can handle it on your own. Goodbye."

"Hello? Hello? Don't hang up! Hello?"

With a bang, Fynn threw his phone on the coffee table. What kind of family were they? They are so ungrateful!

It was not until ten o'clock at night that Tiffany and Langston made their way home with Boo Boo. After passing her daughter off to the nanny to put her to bed, she went into Langston's room and chatted for another two hours before finally calling it a night. She then returned to her room.

When she entered the door, she felt a strong murderous feeling. Fynn was sitting on the bed as his eyes flashed with anger, "Please explain to me, what's the relationship between you and Langston?" "Didn't I tell you before that we are just friends?"

"What kind of friend was he that made you ignore your husband for the entire night? He also said that you two were together before, is it true?"NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

"Yes, we lived together in Paris for more than half a year."

"You guys lived together?" Fynn's fury sprang to life, and he almost fainted out of anger...

"Oh, honey, you misunderstood me. We were just living in the same house, we weren't sleeping together."

Fynn jumped out of the bed and Tiffany pulled him. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to kick him out of the house. Now!"

"I dare you!"

Tiffany blocked the door and said madly, "I can't allow you to treat my friend like this."

"Get out of my way if you don't want to piss me off."

"If you want me to get out of the way, then you would have to go over my dead body."

"Tiffany!"

"Fynn!"

Was this a shouting match? Come on, let's see who was afraid of whom.

Fynn pulled his hair in annoyance and plunged into the quilt. "I'll move out tomorrow. There's no way I can continue to live in this house if he is here."

The next morning, before Tiffany got up, she heard a quarrel outside the door.

"I'm asking you to leave, do you hear me?"

"Why should I leave?"

"This is my home."

"It's also Tiffany's home."

"Tiffany is my wife." "Tiffany is my friend."

"And which one is more important? Husband or friend? You can't tell, can you?"

"You ought to ask Tiffany to come out, then you'll know."

Tiffany rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out of the room. "What are you two arguing about so early in the morning?"

As soon as Langston saw her, it was as if he had seen his savior. "Tiffany, how could you marry such a man? He's too fierce. You should leave this man. I'll find you a man who's not fierce." "What did you say?"

Fynn raised his fist and he was about to punch Langston.

"Don't you dare."

Tiffany warned Fynn and she stood in between him and Langston.

"Didn't I tell you not to treat my friend rudely? Why didn't you listen to me?"

"Tiffany, I'm not joking with you now. I'm asking you one last time, are you going to kick him out of the house?"

"No."

"Fine. If he's not leaving, then I am!"

Fynn slammed the door and left furiously. Not only did Tiffany not chase after him, but she turned to comfort Langston. "It's okay, Langston, it's okay."

From that day onwards, Fynn had become a homeless man, staying in his office 24 hours a day. After three days, he could not take it anymore. It was not mainly because he missed his wife, but because he was worried that his wife would have an affair when he was not around....

He trusted Tiffany very much. After being married for more than two years, she had never been in contact with any other men apart from him. However, he could not accept that he had a love rival when after getting used to such loyalty. How could he not be worried and overthink?

Tiffany had always been an innocent person. She might be tempted by such a brilliant trick.

After debating with himself for a painful time, he finally decided to go home. Although he was ashamed of his actions, it was better than having someone else steal away his wife.

When he arrived at his villa, he saw a

sneaky figure leaning against the

saw

corner of the wall and talking on the phone. He hid behind a tree and that the person was Langston. After hanging up the phone, he walked to

the back of the villa. Fynn was puzzled at the moment, so he decided to follow him.

Not long after, he suddenly heard Langston greeting someone affectionately and rushing to another figure. The two hugged each other tightly and stared into each other eyes deeply. The two figures kissed passionately under the faint moonlight, being lost in the moment.

He didn't even have time to think about it. He quickly rushed to the two figures, pulled them apart, and punched Langston. Then, he threw a few more punches at him. By the time he hit the fifth punch, someone suddenly shouted behind him, "Stop it!"

Fynn froze. He was sure that he had heard it correctly. It was not his wife's voice, instead, it was a man's voice.

He stood up in a daze. The man had already walked up to him. With the help of the moonlight, he took a closer look. Yes, it was a man, one hundred percent, a man.

A man... and a man... All of a sudden, Fynn was stunned.

"Ouch... Ouch..."

In the living room, Tiffany glared at her husband fiercely as she applied medicine on Langston's wounds. He had just beaten someone without figuring out the truth! She was going to teach him a lesson later!

Up until now, Fynn was still confused. He looked at Langston and then at the man sitting next to him. Suddenly, something dawned on him. Langston... was he...

"I'm sorry, Langston. I'm sorry that he hurt you."

Tiffany coaxed Langston as she would towards a child, which made Fynn feel really uncomfortable.

"It's okay. Darling, it's not your fault."

Langston narrowed his eyes at Fynn. Fynn thought, if it weren't for him calling his wife so affectionately, he wouldn't have lost control and beaten him to a pulp! "Walter, you should take Langston upstairs to rest. I'm so sorry about what had happened today. I'll ask my husband to apologize to you tomorrow,."

Walter shrugged his shoulders, showing that he didn't care. He took Langston's hand and led him into the guest room.

Fynn was surprised. It seemed that he was right. Langston did indeed have a boyfriend.

"Come with me."

Tiffany ordered with a dark face, and Fynn followed her into the bedroom.

"Tell me, why did you punch my friend?

"I thought he and you..."

"Have you lost your mind? What do you think was going on between me and him? Do you think that I was that kind of person?"

Tiffany slapped him on the head, which stunned Fynn.

"Are those two a couple?"

"Do you still need to ask?"

Fynn pretended to vomit. "How is that possible? How could you be friends with a gay?"

Tiffany didn't say anything, but the expression on her face suddenly became serious.

After a long while, she said, "Fynn, I

hope you don't look down on Langston. Although they are not accepted in our culture, I fully support them. Do you know why?

Because the girl in front of you, the girl whom you had hurt years ago may no longer be in this world if she didn't meet them. They are my lifesavers. They took care of me like a sister in France for more than a

year. I am grateful to them. I have witnessed how pure their love is for each other. We are good friends who are very affectionate with each other because we know each other well."

Tears started to well up in Tiffany's eyes. Fynn was shocked and he immediately leaned over to hug Tiffany. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you guys went all the way back. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I thought that you would believe me."

"Silly, of course, I believe you, but I love you more. The more I love you, the more I don't want to see you with other men. I don't know about your backstory. How do you expect me to stay calm when I saw you being so close to Langston? You dummy, do not ever hide anything from me next time..."

Tiffany sniffed, "I didn't want to hide it from you, but Langston told me not to tell you. After all, there are not many people in the world who could accept LGBTs. He doesn't want to be judged by others wherever

he goes." "What's going on with them? What are they doing at the back of our villa..."

"They had an argument. Walter knew that Langston was staying over at my place, so he immediately rushed over here. Walter did not want to disturb us, so he asked Langston to come out to meet him.

Unfortunately, you ran into them."

Fynn understood, and his bad mood,

which he had suppressed for a few days, was suddenly enlightened. He jumped and took Tiffany to the bed.

"Honey, I missed you so much these days..." The two smiled gently and

looked at each other. In the night scene as calm as water, at the moment

when the breeze blew through the window and hit the

leaves, the dark clouds that covered the moon quietly left. After understanding the true meaning of love and tolerance, after they understood everything, they knew that it was just the beginning of their

marriage.