I Became a Fidelity Tester to Save My Sick Father To earn quick money for my critically ill father’s treatment, I became a fidelity tester. With no experience, I struggled to land my first job. It came from a wealthy young woman who wanted me to test her boyfriend’s loyalty. Following her instructions, I deliberately seduced her boyfriend at a bar and succeeded. The next day, I sent her the evidence of her boyfriend’s infidelity as agreed. Just when I thought the transaction would go smoothly, she replied, “You knew he was taken and still seduced him. How shameless can you be?” I was bewildered when I saw this message, my face flushing hot with embarrassment. I wanted to curse back, but for the sake of that life-saving money for my dad, I politely responded, “Miss Tang, you asked me to do this. Besides, this is how we usually conduct these tests in our line of work.” But Olivia Tang wouldn’t listen to reason. “Bitch! You’re just a slut who throws herself at any man. What are you, a bitch in heat?” With trembling hands, I typed back, “I’m truly sorry I couldn’t meet your expectations, Miss Tang. But I did exactly as you asked. Can we settle the payment now?” Olivia Tang never replied again. I thought she might be busy, so I waited patiently. But instead of the money she owed me, I saw her lovey-dovey SnapChat post. In the photo, she was kissing Ryan’s cheek with the caption “Sorry I doubted you, baby.” I nearly lost my balance. I was terrified. Afraid she wouldn’t pay me. My dad urgently needed that money. The silver lining was that Olivia Tang couldn’t just disappear. Since the Tang family was quite well-known in the city, I went straight to one of their company buildings and knelt at the entrance. Even when security tried to chase me away, I refused to leave. The incident quickly blew up online. Olivia Tang saw it too. She called me, yelling, “Are you insane? What the hell are you trying to do? Stop causing trouble for me, will you?” “Miss Tang, I just want the money I’m owed. Once you pay me, I’ll leave immediately. Please, my father is critically ill. We desperately need this money to save his life.” Olivia cursed, “You seduced my boyfriend and now you want me to pay you? Are you out of your mind? I may be rich, but I’m not stupid! Besides, did we sign a contract? Do you have any proof that I’m obligated to pay you? Even if we had a contract, I’m not afraid. Go ahead and sue me if you dare.” “Your dad’s sick? Then just let him die! What’s that got to do with me? You uneducated poor people don’t create any value for society anyway. You’re just wasting resources by being alive.” I bit my lower lip until it bled to hold back the urge to curse her out. “If you don’t pay me, I’ll kneel here every day. As soon as you pay, I’ll disappear and never bother you again.” Olivia scoffed on the other end of the line. “Hah, are you threatening me? Fine, I’ll give you the money. It’s cash though. Your dad’s critically ill and needs money urgently, right? Okay, I’ll have someone deliver the cash to your place tomorrow. Give me your address.” Olivia asked for my address. I hesitated for a moment but still gave it to her. As long as I got that money, anything was fine. After I gave her my address, Olivia immediately hung up. I wiped away my tears and stood up, heading home under everyone’s stares. But soon after, my phone started ringing non-stop. I thought it was spam messages, so I ignored it. Later, when it got too annoying, I put my phone on silent and glanced at the messages. That one glance made my head spin. Without exception, all the messages began with the name “Ethan Young”. I knew this name all too well. Ethan Young, my boyfriend of ten years, from our student days until now. Now these messages were coming to my phone, each one saying: debt overdue. I completely broke down and rushed back home. Ethan was in the living room, looking down at his phone, scratching his head in circles. I took out my phone and showed him those messages. “What’s this about debt being overdue?” A flash of panic crossed Ethan’s eyes. He crouched down, pulling at his hair. “I don’t know.” “You don’t know? Your name is all over these messages and you don’t know? Did you really take out online loans? When did this happen? How much do you owe in total?” “I said I don’t know. I haven’t calculated it. I just played around on some websites at first. It wasn’t much in the beginning. Damn it! They promised to give me an extension. They said they wouldn’t blast my contact list…” “Not only did you take out loans, but you also gambled online? Ethan, how could you do this? We’re engaged! How… how… Did you want me to help pay off your loans after we got married?” Ethan suddenly got agitated. “It was all for you! Where else was I supposed to get money to buy you gifts? Valentine’s Day gifts, anniversary gifts, Christmas gifts – I might as well have sent you gifts on Memorial Day too!” “Where was I supposed to find money to take you out to eat and play if I didn’t borrow? I know your family is poor. I’ve spent so much money on you and never complained about you having a deadbeat dad to support. Now you’re questioning me? I haven’t even spent this much on my own mother!” My lips trembled. “So you’re saying this is all my fault? If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have gambled online? If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have taken out loans? You know very well whether you used those loans to spend on me or to pay off debts. Look at the numbers in these messages. Even if you took me out to eat and bought me gifts for a hundred years, you couldn’t owe this much!” “My dad may be sick, but I’ve earned all the money for his treatment myself. I’ve never spent a cent of your money on that! You know my background, yet you talk about my dad like that. We’re done!” Ethan suddenly exploded. “Done? Fine, fine, fine! Gold digger, huh? You were all smiles when I had money to spend on you. Now that I’m broke and in debt, you want to break up. How thick-skinned can you be? Disgusting!” “Fine, let’s break up. You want to get nasty? Then let’s get nasty! Now it’s my turn to ask you!” He took out his phone and showed it to me, then questioned me: “I didn’t want to say anything at first. I wanted to give you a chance, wanted to save you some face. But now I see there’s no need. You’re just that kind of person. It’s no surprise you’d do such shameless things! You have no shame left, so I don’t need to save face for you either!” “I was wondering why you suddenly quit your job. Turns out you went to seduce the Tang family heiress’s boyfriend, wanting to be a mistress, trying to get their money. Calling you a mistress is too kind! Hah, you even wanted to become the official girlfriend.” “Spreading your legs in other people’s beds to make money – that’s easier than my way of earning, huh? How about we don’t break up? You can go let that Chen guy sleep with you a few more times. That should be enough to pay off my debts. Then I’ll change my ways, and we can live a good life together. Haha!” “No wonder your parents abandoned you! If I were them, I’d have dumped you too!” As Ethan spoke, he started laughing at me. His phone was playing a video showing me kneeling at the entrance of the Tang family’s company. It said I was a mistress who seduced Olivia Tang’s boyfriend, using this method to force Olivia and Ryan to break up so I could take her place. But Olivia and Ryan’s love was too strong, so I failed. The comments section was unbearable to read. Ethan suddenly started laughing: “Hahaha! Keep pretending! Go on, keep pretending! I never imagined you were so hypocritical. I wasted ten years on you! Trash father raises trash child.” I was terrified. I felt like Ethan had gone mad, like he was possessed. He was no longer the Ethan I knew. He had become a stranger. The things I once confided in him had now become daggers stabbing at me. I remember telling him once that my dad had found me abandoned, that he had raised me by collecting and selling scrap. That my birth parents had thrown me away. I still remember how he had hugged me gently then, comforting me softly. But the him now was completely different from the him back then. My heart was being torn to pieces. I opened my mouth, wanting to explain that I wasn’t a mistress, but the words wouldn’t come out. I had no strength left to speak. There was no point anymore. “It’s over,” I suddenly said weakly. “Get out. We’re done. Never see each other again.” My voice had gotten quieter, and the room suddenly became much more silent. Ethan plopped down on the sofa. “We rented this place together. What right do you have to kick me out? Are you going to pay me back for the rent I’ve paid? If you can’t stand me, you can leave. I’m not stopping you.” “Do whatever you want,” I replied with a cold laugh, then turned and left. This rented apartment was suffocating me. I went to the hospital, breathing in the smell of disinfectant, listening to the cold beeping of machines, taking care of my dad lying in the hospital bed, chatting with him. Looking at the wrinkles on my dad’s face and hands, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I lay on top of him and started sobbing loudly. Dad patted my back and asked, “Sweetie, what’s wrong? Tell Dad. Is the pressure too much? I’ve told you, I’m fine now. We can leave the hospital and go home. I’m all better, no need for more treatment.” “Is the work pressure too much? Did your boss yell at you? If you’re being mistreated, we can quit. Come back home, Dad can still support you.” I sobbed, “Dad… it’s not… it’s not that. I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Dad… Work… earning money is so… so slow, I earn so… so little. It’s not like what I thought. I’m sorry, Dad!” Dad didn’t say anything more, just quietly patted my back. I looked up. Dad’s eyes were staring straight at me, filled with a smile and fatherly love. Just then, my phone rang. A message from an unknown number asked me to test her husband’s fidelity. The price offered was very high. More money never hurts. Another job means more security. I wiped away my tears, said goodbye to Dad, and left. Following the information on my phone, I arrived at the location the client specified – a quiet bar. I looked around but couldn’t find the target matching the client’s description. I took out my phone, about to send a message to ask, when suddenly someone blew a breath of air by my ear. “You fidelity testers are wearing $19.99 dresses from Amazon to act now?” A man’s voice said teasingly. I jumped, startled, and turned around. The man standing behind me was none other than Ryan Chen! I looked at his playful expression and asked, “You sent that message?” “Mm-hmm.” “You knew from the beginning?” “I knew. How else could I play along with you guys?” I asked him, “Then does Olivia know that you know?” Ryan smiled and said, “She knows. That stupid woman, a few sweet words and she’s fine. After I told her I knew, she even apologized to me for not trusting me. I told her how you tried to seduce me. You should have seen how jealous she got.” Feeling disgusted, I didn’t want to say more and turned to leave. But Ryan suddenly reached out and pulled me into his arms. “The game is more fun when played as a team. How about we go another round? I’ll help you piss off that stupid woman.” I broke free from his embrace. “No need.” Right now, I was only thinking about getting the money Olivia had promised to give me tomorrow, helping Dad get better, cutting ties with Ethan cleanly, then taking Dad away from here to start a new life. I walked towards the exit. Ryan overtook me in a few steps, then turned to walk backwards, making a phone gesture at me. “You have my number, right? Call me tomorrow.” “Why would I call you?” Ryan just smiled charmingly without answering, then turned and left. I took out my phone and blocked his number. I didn’t go back to the rented apartment. Instead, I went to the hospital and stayed with Dad all night. Early the next morning, I got a call from Olivia Tang. Olivia said, “I’m having someone deliver the money to you now, okay?” “Alright, I’m heading back to get it now.” After hanging up, I rushed back to the apartment. As soon as I got back, I was stunned. The door was open. Everything inside had been smashed to pieces. It was a complete mess. Ethan was curled up on the floor, his face bruised and swollen. Several burly men stood around him, looking like trouble. “What’s going on?” I asked in shock. A tattooed man turned to look at me. “This guy owes money and can’t pay up! We’re teaching him a lesson!” Just as he finished speaking, a bald man started to move. The bald man took out a knife, crouched down, and said to Ethan, “Since you can’t pay, we’ll take something else as payment.” Saying that, he started pulling at Ethan’s hand. Ethan immediately started howling, “No! No! I’ll pay! I’ll definitely pay!” “Aria! Help me! Help me! They’re really going to cut off my hand! Help me! Lend me some money! I’ll pay you back, I swear!” The bald man turned to ask me, “You gonna help him pay?” I shook my head. “I don’t have money to help him pay.” Ethan started cursing at me. Just then, another man wearing glasses walked in. The man with glasses asked, “Excuse me, is this Miss Thompson’s home?” I turned and answered, “Yes, that’s me.” The man with glasses was very polite. He took out a black briefcase. “Miss Thompson, Miss Tang asked me to deliver this to you. The agreed-upon cash.” As he spoke, he opened the black briefcase. Inside was a pile of crisp cash. A glimmer of hope rose in my heart. Just as I was about to reach out and take it, Ethan suddenly got up from the floor, rushed over, and snatched the briefcase from the man’s hands. “What are you doing!” I grabbed the briefcase, confronting him. Ethan’s eyes were bloodshot now. He kicked me to the ground, then handed the briefcase full of cash to the bald man behind him. He fawned, “Boss… Boss, here’s the money, take it. I’ll pay back the rest later, okay? Can you let me off now? I promise I’ll pay it all back. Just give me some more time!” The bald man looked at the money, clearly pleased. “That’s more like it. Alright, I’ll give you another year for the rest. Let’s go, boys.” The bald man took the briefcase and was about to leave with his men. I tried to rush forward and grab the briefcase, but Ethan held me back tightly. No matter how much I screamed, hit, bit, or scratched him, he wouldn’t let go. The money was taken away. The man with glasses had disappeared at some point too. Only Ethan and I were left sitting exhausted on the floor of the wrecked apartment. “Ethan, you’ve gone crazy. You’ve really gone insane. That was my dad’s life-saving money!” I said in despair. Ethan stood up, kicking at the debris on the floor as he walked towards the bedroom. “You’ve spent plenty of my money over the past ten years anyway. Consider this paying me back. Hmph, you saw I was about to get my hand cut off and didn’t even flinch. Women really are the most poisonous.” The bedroom door closed. I left. I went to the hospital. I still had to bring food for my dad. Seeing my dad’s increasingly gaunt face, facing his worried eyes, I comforted him: “Everything will be okay, Dad. When you get better, we’ll go somewhere else. I’ll earn money and buy you a big house.” Dad’s lips turned down. “Sweetie, you’re troubled by something. You can’t hide it from Dad.” My nose stung. “Really, it’s nothing, Dad.”
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