Everest's Guardian Hubby Watched Me Freeze My Ghost Knows Where He'll Burn novel Chapter 56

Chapter 1

A week before the wedding, my closest friend, Lilac Snow, arrived to take on the role of my maid of honor. The moment felt charged with excitement, yet beneath it, I sensed a subtle tension I couldn’t quite place.

That evening, while Lilac was still in the shower, her phone suddenly buzzed on the bathroom counter. I heard her call out, “Aurora, can you see who’s messaging me?”

I couldn’t help but grin. “What if it’s some secret guy you’ve been keeping from me all along?”

Curious, I swiped her phone open and tapped on Instagram. Right at the top of her messages was a pinned chat. A new notification had just arrived.

The screen displayed a text: [Baby, wanna get freaky tonight?]

Beneath it, a photo appeared—a woman dressed provocatively in a bunny costume, pink handcuffs dangling from her fingers, teasing and bold.

Then, another alert popped up—a voice message this time. I hesitated for a moment but pressed play.

“I’ve been dying to fuck you. Let’s use these tonight.”

My breath hitched sharply.

I played the message again, heart pounding. A rush of heat flushed my cheeks, then suddenly drained away, leaving a cold numbness creeping through my body.

Because that voice—it wasn’t some stranger’s.

It was Julian Beaumont’s.

My devoted fiancé.

The room felt stifling. The heater was blasting, but the warmth did nothing to soothe the chill spreading inside me. The bathroom door was shut, the steady sound of running water pounding like a relentless drum against my chest. Each drop felt like a weight, pressing harder.

My eyes locked onto the screen, scanning Julian’s messages to Lilac. A secret account I’d never known about. Their conversations were filthy, explicit, and raw—words I never imagined either of them would say. It was as if I had never truly known either of them at all.

For a brief, foolish moment, a sliver of doubt crept in.

Could I be mistaken?

Maybe it just sounded like him?

After all, Lilac and I had grown up side by side. She’d never dated anyone, and once confided she wasn’t interested in men. The first time she met Julian, she had stared at him like he was something disgusting.

“So you’re the loser?” she’d sneered.

She hadn’t even bothered to hide her contempt. I remember my face burning as she sized him up and jabbed a finger into his chest.

“Listen, you ugly bastard,” she warned, “you better treat my girl like a queen, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

That encounter had been a total disaster.

Even now, whenever Julian mentioned her, he’d grumble, “If she wasn’t your best friend, I’d have killed her the second I met her.”

“I’m just checking in,” I added.

But that voice message haunted me, flashing through my mind again.

“Julian,” I said, watching his eyes carefully, “what do you think of Lilac?”

I tried to sound casual, as if it was just small talk.

He paused briefly, his expression flickering for a moment before settling back into its usual calm.

“I think she’s seeing someone,” he replied.

Then his tone shifted, sharp and dismissive.

“Who cares about that dyke?”

His words hit me like a slap.

“I couldn’t give less of a shit about her,” he said flatly. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even want to hear her name.”

He smiled again, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Babe, I gotta run. I’ll call you later.”