“I have a business dinner tonight, so I won’t be coming home. Don’t disturb me under any circumstances. This is important.” I held my phone, watching with my own eyes as my wife, who had claimed she needed to work overtime, walked into a hotel arm in arm with a man. That man was the one that got away in her heart, while I was nothing more than a cheap substitute for the love she couldn’t have. We had been married for five years, yet those five years of marriage couldn’t compare to the first day he came back. “Alright, take care of yourself. Don’t go too wild,” I replied sincerely before hanging up and starting the car. Now it was my turn to seek out my own lost love. “Ethan is coming back soon. Don’t you think you should explain things to your husband?” Olivia lounged lazily on the sofa, her eyes full of disdain as she coldly retorted. “Explain what? Is there any need? After all these years, doesn’t he understand the situation? He’s always been too scared to say anything, let alone make a fuss.” Olivia’s lips curled into a mocking smile, her tone dripping with contempt. The woman who had initially asked the question quickly nodded in agreement. “It’s hilarious. Jack is nothing but a doormat, isn’t he? Pathetically infatuated, loving you to death. Everyone knows we all see him as a joke.” She paused, then continued more bluntly, “But the Jack family has been down on their luck for so long now. He probably can’t bear to give up his meal ticket. He’s not just a doormat anymore; he’s practically a leech, refusing to let go.” As soon as she finished speaking, the room erupted in raucous laughter. I stood outside the private room, listening to the piercing laughter inside. I clenched my fists, remaining silent for a long while before slowly reaching out to push open the door. Instantly, the laughter ceased, and all eyes turned to me. They continued to laugh, looking me up and down with contempt in their eyes. Seeing this, Olivia casually adjusted her coat and stood up, saying nonchalantly, “You all keep playing. I’m leaving first.” The atmosphere in the car was suffocatingly tense, dead silent all the way. It wasn’t until we were seated in the car that Olivia suddenly spoke, her voice devoid of any warmth: “You heard our conversation, didn’t you?” My body suddenly stiffened, my throat feeling as if something was stuck in it. I couldn’t utter a single word. “Jack, don’t pretend in front of me. I know you heard everything. You’d better understand your place, got it?” Olivia glanced at me sideways, the warning in her eyes so intense it was almost palpable. In fact, even before marrying her, I knew crystal clear that I was nothing more than a substitute for Ethan. Five years had passed, and the situation remained unchanged. Back then, when my family went bankrupt, those who had once fawned over and curried favor with my family vanished without a trace in an instant. Meanwhile, those chasing after debts were like hungry wolves, constantly blocking our doorway. We were at our wit’s end. Just because my face bore some resemblance to Ethan’s, Olivia had set her sights on me. She generously spent a large sum of money to “buy” me from my parents into the Summers family. With that money, my family was barely able to clear their debts. Olivia had saved my family, so naturally, my parents were grateful to her. They repeatedly demanded that I do everything possible to please her. “Our family is truly blessed to have Olivia as a daughter-in-law. We must have struck gold. No matter what you think, you must serve her well and keep her happy!” For the five years after our marriage, I devoted myself wholeheartedly to taking care of her. I had thought that even if you raised a dog, after so long, it would develop feelings and know how to wag its tail to show affection. But I never imagined that from Olivia, all I would receive was endless mockery and sarcasm. She would occasionally warn me, reminding me to always remember my place, not to foolishly dream of replacing Ethan, and certainly not to entertain any fantasies of winning her heart. Our marriage was like a false farce, where I could only mechanically perform according to the script she had set. One misstep, and I would face nearly violent torment. My thoughts were a tangled mess. I suddenly snapped back to reality, instinctively gripping the steering wheel tighter as I squeezed out two words in a dry voice: “I understand.” Half a month later, Ethan returned from overseas. I gripped the steering wheel, playing the role of Olivia’s chauffeur. She had over a dozen drivers, yet she insisted on calling me. I understood this was her way of warning me. What I didn’t expect was for Ethan to corner me in the restroom. He smiled mockingly, pushing me against the wall. My head hit the tiles, causing excruciating pain. “You think Olivia loves you?” “A fake should be thrown in the trash and destroyed.” I kept my head down, saying nothing. He laughed, confident in his victory: “I heard the Jack family wants to make a comeback?” He suddenly lunged forward, grabbing my collar. The cold metal of his watch band pressed against my Adam’s apple. “Divorce her within two weeks, or else…” “I can destroy the Jack family.” Outside the stall, Olivia’s light laughter could be heard: “Ethan, why aren’t you coming out yet?” Ethan laughed too: “Are you that worried about me? You even followed me here.” Like a lowly coachman, I drove the two of them home. In the evening, I passed by the Hilton Hotel. The glass doors reflected two silhouettes. Olivia had her arms around Ethan’s neck, standing on tiptoe to kiss him. “Not coming back tonight.” I received her message on my phone. I didn’t reply, looking up to see the lights of the presidential suite on the top floor come on. My phone vibrated in my palm: “Business engagement tonight.” Later that night. I scrolled through their social media posts. In one photo, Ethan was bending down to wipe a wine stain off her skirt. The comments section was boiling like hot oil: “The real deal is back, time for the substitute to exit!” “Why hasn’t Jack divorced her yet? Does he want money more than dignity?” My finger hovered trembling over the power button when a new trending topic suddenly topped the list. #Sophia Lee, Stanford’s youngest visiting professor returns to the country# In the accompanying image, the woman stood under the spotlight in a laboratory, her white coat accentuating her cool gaze. I suddenly remembered years ago, when she smiled with her eyes curved into crescents, yet filled with unshed tears. “Come with me, please?” What did I say back then? “The Jack family needs me.” …… In the rearview mirror, a giant screen was looping Sophia’s interview. She said, “I came back for someone.” On a rainy night, a girl stood outside my house without an umbrella, stubbornly waiting in the pouring rain. On my phone, she sent me a message: “Jack, do you really not want me anymore?” At that time, the Jack family was on the verge of collapse. To avoid dragging Sophia down, I could only hide in my room like a coward, not daring to give any response. She refused to give up, calling me repeatedly. After much hesitation, I finally answered: “Go home, I won’t see you.” “…” “You’d better not try to get back together with me in the future!” After saying this, Sophia hung up the phone, blocked all means of contact, and never reached out to me again. Later, I heard that she had followed her family’s arrangements and gone abroad. I stared blankly at the photo attached to the trending topic. She had become the ideal version of herself that she had always dreamed of. This was good. I closed my eyes, feeling a sense of melancholy. I could almost imagine how scornful her attitude would be if she knew about my current situation. She would probably think I deserved it. After putting down the phone, I stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, not really thinking about anything, just spacing out. Suddenly, my phone on the bedside table vibrated, making a “buzz” sound as a notification popped up. I picked up the phone and saw it was a friend request, with her name as the note: Sophia Lee. After a long silence, I took a deep breath before accepting it. Immediately after, I received a photo. In the dimly lit bar, Ethan had his arm around Olivia’s waist, their behavior unmistakably intimate. This photo alone wasn’t enough to disturb my composure, but the person who sent it could. My heart grew cold, and I typed out a line: “Did you come specifically to mock me?” At the top of the chat box, the “typing” text appeared and disappeared several times. After a period of waiting, Sophia finally sent a message: “Is this really your choice?” I put down the phone wordlessly, not intending to respond to this question. On the bedside table lay the divorce papers. It wasn’t because of Ethan’s threat, but because I had already planned to divorce Olivia. Months ago, I had already asked a lawyer to draft the agreement. I just hadn’t found the right opportunity due to pressure from my parents. Rumors said I was Ethan’s substitute. Just something for Olivia to console herself with after losing him. But no one knew that for me, Olivia was also just a substitute. After a long while, when Sophia didn’t receive a reply, she sent another message: “Come keep me company for a drink. Let’s give them something to be excited about.” The bar was playing pulsating music, and the flashing lights made me squint. As I looked around, before I could locate Sophia, I felt a warm touch on my wrist. Then, a warm embrace. I caught a whiff of a subtle fragrance, and looking down, I saw Sophia burying her head in my shoulder. After a long while, she finally raised her head and looked into my eyes, saying, “Long time no see. Do you like this way of greeting?” “Uh… it’s a bit sudden.” Seeing my wooden expression, Sophia curled her lips into a light smile, “Scared you, didn’t I?” Her behavior was flirtatious, her words frivolous. I had to admit, after not seeing her for so long, she had changed a lot. Back then, Sophia was passionate and sincere. Every time she clung to me, she always made me promise over and over that I would never leave her, as if getting that promise would put her mind completely at ease. I tried to calm myself down, trying to appear as composed as possible. But as she held my hand and led me through the crowd, my heart kept racing. We walked through a long corridor, up to the second floor, and arrived at a booth in the corner. My gaze swept over the railing to the floor below, where I found Ethan and Olivia with a group of friends. Someone was egging Olivia on to feed Ethan some alcohol, their laughter extremely noisy. “I chose this spot on purpose. It’s close, and you can see clearly.” Sophia glanced at me, her cold tone revealing a hint of resentment, “Back then, you dumped me for this kind of trash? Huh, your taste isn’t great.” “You should understand everything now.” I pursed my lips, responding expressionlessly. Given Sophia’s status, it wouldn’t have been difficult for her to investigate what happened back then. She said this merely to mock me. Sighing inwardly, I honestly said, “I hurt you back then, but I don’t regret making that decision.” Sophia narrowed her beautiful eyes, her cold gaze unusually complex, “Really no regrets? Then why don’t you dare to look at me? Why do you keep avoiding my gaze?” “What are you afraid of?” She walked around the table to my side, leaning down to lift my chin, forcing me to meet her eyes, “Or is it that you just hate me that much?” Sophia pursed her bright red lips, silent for a moment before asking, “If I hadn’t used Olivia as an excuse, would you have even bothered to look at my message?” “You always liked to play these games. In your eyes, I probably couldn’t even compare to a single strand of her hair, right?” She asked and answered herself, suddenly leaning in so close I could feel her breath, “Tell me, wouldn’t it be interesting if Olivia saw you like this?” As Sophia leaned in closer and closer, the commotion from downstairs brought me back to my senses. I hurriedly pushed her away, “You’re not this kind of person. If you’re upset, you could get revenge on me in other ways. There’s no need for this…” Before I could finish speaking, Sophia forcefully pressed down on my shoulders and kissed me. She bit my lips with reckless force until the taste of blood spread on my tongue. Only then did she stop, “You think you know what kind of person I am? Five years have passed, and you’re still so full of yourself.” Indeed, the current Sophia was increasingly hard for me to figure out. I was the one who had pursued her initially, only to abandon her when my family fell on hard times. The deeper the love, the more thorough the hate. This was to be expected. The pressure on my body lightened as Sophia sat beside me, saying coldly, “You were even lost in thought just now. What were you thinking about? Your cheating wife downstairs?” For a moment, it felt like all secrets had been exposed. This marriage, as messy as mud, was indeed a pain I found hard to speak about. If Olivia found out about Sophia and me, how would she react? And what about the Summers family? No matter what, I couldn’t let Sophia get involved. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I stood up and said, “I have to go.” As soon as I said this, Sophia became even angrier, “Are you running away again? The night has just begun.” “Stay and keep me company, won’t you?”
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