I Asked My Younger Sister to Test My Fiancé’s Loyalty – The Result Is Ambiguous

Samantha’s boyfriend, Simon, proposed, and she decided to test his loyalty by asking her sister, Kelly, to seduce him. “What if we tested Simon’s loyalty?” Samantha suggested. Kelly agreed to the plan despite its riskiness.

At a family gathering, Samantha pretended to get a work call, leaving Simon alone with Kelly. “I’ll give Simon a tour of the house,” Kelly said, and Simon nervously agreed. Samantha anxiously waited at a nearby café, her heart racing.

Forty-five minutes later, Kelly called with good news: “YOUR SIMON REFUSED ME! I TRIED MY BEST TO SEDUCE HIM, BUT HE JUST PUSHED ME AWAY AND RAN OUT OF THE HOUSE!” Samantha felt relieved and overjoyed.

However, returning home, she overheard Simon in his car, searching for something: “OMG, WHERE ARE MY CONTRACEPTIVES?!” Confronting him, she found a pack of contraceptives at her feet. Heartbroken, Samantha broke off the engagement on the spot.

Samantha’s experience taught her to trust her instincts, even when things seem perfect.

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