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I once loved him for a full seven years. I loved him so much that even when his mistress pushed me off a building, I wouldn’t let him go. But he locked me in a psychiatric hospital and used electroshock therapy to strip away the last shred of my dignity. I cut open my brain, removed part of my hippocampus, and personally erased him from my memory completely. He held my “ashes” and went mad for three years, thinking I died in that car accident I staged for him. Until he traveled thousands of miles to Zurich and saw me living a radiant life. And I looked at him and only asked softly. “Sorry, who are you?” Polina’s POV When I woke up, I heard Ethan Harper on the phone, his voice gentle. “Lily, I’ve already suppressed the media coverage. No one will know you pushed her.” After hanging up, he met my gaze, his expression instantly turning cold. “You’re awake?” “Now that you’re awake, get this straight. Last night you slipped and fell on your own. Don’t say anything to the media. Lily scares easily, don’t frighten her.” She scares easily? If she scared so easily, she wouldn’t have pushed me off a building. I rolled down from a second-floor balcony and nearly died. And my fiancé Ethan Harper didn’t ask if I was in pain, but warned me not to ruin his beloved’s reputation. Last night, Ethan held Lily in his arms, kissed her forehead, and treasured her like a jewel. When I went up to confront them, Lily gave me a provocative smile, then suddenly leaned backward and grabbed onto my evening gown with all her strength. She was faking a fall, but dragging me into a real hell. “Ethan.” My voice was hoarse, and I couldn’t help but mock him. “Are you actually blind, or just pretending to be?” Ethan’s brow furrowed. “Polina, enough.” “Lily had too much to drink and lost her balance. Instead of helping her, you want to make a big scene out of this?” “The Harper family’s stock price can’t withstand this kind of scandal. It’s time you showed some sense.” Lily was the Harper family driver’s daughter. The Harpers adopted her as a child, and she enjoyed all of Ethan’s favoritism. And I was the heir to the White family, his rightful fiancée. Just because I came from a good family, he assumed I could bear anything. Even when I was hurt, I didn’t need comfort. Because Lily came from nothing, he felt that even a slight frown from her meant she’d suffered a terrible injustice. When I waited for him to cut my birthday cake, he was riding the Ferris wheel with Lily at an amusement park. When I was humiliated and belittled by the Harper family board of directors because of our arranged marriage, he flew into a rage because a server made Lily wait one second too long. When my appendix ruptured and I crashed my car into a guardrail from the pain, he was running all over the city to get macarons from another district because Lily mentioned wanting them. Because I had family background and dignity, I deserved to suffer grievances. “What if I refuse?” I stared at him, asking each word slowly and deliberately. Ethan’s expression turned completely dark. He stepped forward and gripped the wrist where my IV was attached. The needle shifted in my vein, and blood instantly flowed back into the IV tube, shockingly red. Cold sweat ran down my temples. But he acted as if he didn’t see that tube of backflowing blood. His fingers tightened mercilessly, his tone ice-cold. “Polina, don’t push me. As long as you behave, the position of fiancée is still yours.” “Otherwise, don’t blame me for being heartless.” My wrist throbbed with pain. More painful than the bone-deep ache was the instant my heart died. Just then, the hospital room door burst open. His assistant rushed in frantically. “Mr. Harper! Lily is having a panic attack in the next room. She won’t stop crying, and the doctor says her condition is bad!” Ethan’s face changed instantly. He immediately let go of my hand, not even leaving a single instruction, and rushed out. I watched that section of red backflow slowly stain the transparent IV tube. The hospital room door slammed shut before my eyes. I pulled the needle out of my hand myself and pressed down on the bleeding puncture site. It really hurt. But compared to watching Ethan go insane over another woman, this pain actually cleared my head. I picked up my phone and pulled up that webpage I’d browsed late at night a few days ago. A neuroscience center in Zurich. They had a very special procedure. Removing a small portion of hippocampal neurons could completely erase someone from your memory. Before, I always hesitated, feeling that although these seven years were bitter, I couldn’t bear to forget them entirely. After all, I truly had loved him. But now, I felt there was nothing worth keeping. I clicked on the appointment portal and filled out the application form. In the reason section, I only wrote: I don’t love him anymore. Even if I became a person without a past, I would never be Ethan Harper’s fiancée again.

Polina’s POV I stayed in the hospital for half a month. During that half month, Ethan didn’t show up once. I heard the nurses gossiping that Mr. Harper had been incredibly busy lately, keeping watch in the VIP ward every day. Because Lily was terrified and could only sleep at night if someone stayed with her. As for me, his fiancée, only his assistant came once to deliver a fruit basket, along with a message that Mr. Harper was very busy recently. On discharge day, no one came to pick me up. I didn’t care. I called a taxi myself. Before getting in the car, my phone received an email from Zurich. The doctor said my application had been approved. The surgery was scheduled for early next month. That meant I had less than twenty days to handle everything here. When I returned to the Harper villa, it was already three in the afternoon. As soon as I entered, I smelled a sweet, cloying cream scent. The living room was lively beyond belief. They were hosting an afternoon tea party. Lily wore that pink dress originally custom-made for me, sitting in the center like a princess surrounded by stars. Ethan sat right beside her, carefully cutting a piece of cream cake, with patience and tenderness I’d never received in seven years. I wore the hospital gown I’d brought back, carrying a large bag of medicine, looking completely out of place. The lively conversation suddenly stopped. Everyone’s eyes turned toward me. Ethan looked up. The moment he saw me, his brow furrowed. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?” He pulled out a napkin to wipe his hands, his tone clearly displeased. I ignored him, changed my shoes, and headed upstairs. Since I’d decided to completely forget him, I didn’t even have the interest to argue with him anymore. But someone didn’t want to let me go. Nina held a wine glass and blocked the stairway. She was Lily’s friend, and notoriously snobbish in this circle. “Oh my, Polina’s back.” Nina wore a fake smile and pulled a jewelry box from her bag, shoving it into my hands without asking. “Lily was so badly frightened this time. Everyone’s giving her gifts to comfort her. You’re the one who caused this, so you have to personally give her this gift for the matter to be settled.” I was about to push it away when Nina pressed my hands down firmly, deliberately raising her voice. “Polina, so many people are watching. Surely you won’t refuse to give Mr. Harper this much face?” Ethan also looked over, his gaze pressing down on me heavily. “Polina, don’t make a scene.” I looked at him, then at the thing in my hands, and suddenly felt it was all rather pointless. I walked up to Lily with the jewelry box. “Take it.” Lily timidly glanced at Ethan before extending both hands to receive it. Just as I released my grip, her hands suddenly recoiled as if electrocuted. Crash! The jewelry box fell heavily onto the marble floor. A sharp sound. The contents had broken. It was a custom diamond necklace, now shattered into several pieces. “Ah!” Lily cried out, clutching her chest as she fell back onto the sofa, tears instantly flooding out. “I’m sorry… Polina, I’m sorry… I’m so clumsy, I didn’t catch it…” As she cried, she displayed the bandage wrapped around her wrist. “My hand hasn’t healed yet… It’s all my fault…” The socialites around us exploded. “Oh my God, that was expensive! Nina spent a fortune on it!” “Polina is so vicious! If she didn’t want to give it, fine, but why deliberately smash it?” “Exactly. So petty, can’t even tolerate an adopted daughter. What a disgrace to the White family.” Accusations and curses surged toward me like a tide. Ethan stood up, looking at me coldly. “Polina, apologize to Lily.” “I didn’t drop it.” I looked at him calmly. “She pulled her hands back herself.” “Enough!” Ethan cut me off sharply. “So many people saw it. You still want to deny it? Is this how the White family taught you to behave?” I looked at this man I’d loved for seven years and suddenly felt utterly disgusted. “No need.” I kicked aside the diamonds at my feet. “I won’t apologize. And I’ll vacate this place for you.” “I’m moving out.” With that, I ignored the uproar behind me and turned to go upstairs.

Polina’s POV I ignored the accusations behind me and went straight to the master bedroom on the second floor. The moment I pushed open the door, I froze. My vanity table was piled with unfamiliar bottles and jars. My skincare products had been shoved into a corner, and several bottles had been opened and used, their caps not even screwed back on. In the walk-in closet, several of my current-season gowns had disappeared, replaced by pink dresses still with their tags on, hanging brazenly in the most prominent positions. Even though I’d already decided to leave, seeing this scene made my stomach churn. Lily had long since reached into my private space. And none of this could have happened without Ethan’s tacit approval. I took out a travel bag and started packing. As for the jewelry, designer bags, and other things Ethan had given me, I didn’t touch a single one. Just as I zipped up my suitcase, the door was pushed open without a knock. Lily stood in the doorway, still holding the robe she’d taken from my closet. Seeing my suitcase, the triumph in her eyes was undisguised. “Polina, are you moving out?” She leaned against the doorframe, smiling. “This room has great lighting. Ethan said I’ve been in poor health lately and wants me to move in to recuperate.” I ignored her and pulled my suitcase toward the door. As I passed her, I said coldly, “Move.” But Lily suddenly changed her expression. She grabbed my arm, her voice instantly switching to a tearful plea, loud enough for the entire second floor to hear. “Polina, don’t leave! It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have made you angry. Please don’t go!” While crying and shouting, she dug her nails hard into my arm. The sharp pain made me instinctively shake her off. “Get off me!” I barely used any force. But Lily acted like she was made of paper, crying out and falling backward. This happened to be the landing at the top of the stairs. Her body tilted, and she rolled down. “Lily!” Ethan, who’d heard the commotion downstairs, rushed up just in time to see this scene. He practically lunged to catch Lily, then looked up at me. That look. Like he was looking at a murderer. “Polina, how can you be so vicious?” Someone nearby who hadn’t left yet laughed. “Who would have thought the White family heir had zero tolerance for others. No wonder the White family went bankrupt. Whoever marries her is doomed.” I grabbed my suitcase and walked out of the Harper villa without looking back. That night I checked into a boutique hotel. My phone rang. It was Ethan. I answered, but it was Ethan’s grandfather, Victor Harper, on the other end. “Polina, have you finalized the wedding venue yet? I’m waiting to attend your wedding.” My throat tightened, and tears nearly fell. In the entire Harper family, only Victor truly cared about me. “Grandpa…” I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m not going through with this wedding.” There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. Then Ethan took the phone. “Polina, what are you making a fuss about now?” His voice remained arrogant. “What nonsense are you telling Grandpa? Where are you?” “I’m watching a TV show.” I made up a random lie. “Alright, stop being difficult.” “There’s a watch on my study desk. It was supposed to be an apology gift for you. Since you’ve left, come back and get it when you have time.” He hung up directly. The next day, his assistant delivered the watch to the hotel. “Miss White, Mr. Harper said this is a Patek Philippe he’s had custom-made for three years. It’s one of a kind. He asks that you stop being temperamental.” The assistant left after setting down the box. I opened it. It truly was an exquisite watch, with a full diamond dial, sparkling brilliantly. Ethan once said that time was the most expensive thing in the world, and his time belonged only to me. I took out the watch and turned it over. On the back, clearly engraved in script, was a line: For Lily. I stood frozen, then laughed out loud. What “custom-made for three years,” what “one of a kind.” This watch was originally meant for Lily all along. Ethan Harper, you truly disgust me. This so called devotion had been a love triangle from the start. I wiped away my tears and threw the watch back in the box. I took out my phone and permanently blocked Ethan. Then I called a luxury goods consignment shop. “I have several watches and pieces of jewelry to sell. I need cash quickly, the faster the better.” Selling this garbage, plus my savings, would be enough for the surgery fees in Switzerland. I wanted to dig everything about him out of my brain completely.

Polina’s POV The night I left the Harper villa, I contacted a luxury consignment store. I dumped all the jewelry Ethan had given me onto the counter. The owner, wearing gloves to examine the pieces, couldn’t take his eyes off them. “These are all excellent pieces. Especially this pink diamond. It was the Harper family’s auction item last year, wasn’t it? Are you sure you want to sell everything? You’ll take a big hit on the value.” “Sell everything. Buy them outright, don’t go through consignment. I need the money urgently.” I signed the papers and looked at the bank card now loaded with a substantial sum. Combined with my own savings from recent years, it would be enough for the surgery fees in Switzerland and living expenses afterward. After finishing all this, I found an inconspicuous hotel to stay in. I’d planned to wait quietly until surgery day and disappear completely. But Ethan clearly had no intention of letting me go. On the third afternoon, I was sitting on the hotel bed organizing visa materials when Ethan’s assistant suddenly called. “Miss White, Mr. Harper requests that you go to the private hospital immediately.” I didn’t hesitate before hanging up. “I’m not available.” Since we were done, I had no obligation to be at his beck and call. The other end paused, then spoke with some arrogance. “Mr. Harper said if you don’t arrive within half an hour, your mother’s special medication and caregiver fees at the nursing home will be immediately suspended by finance.” My hand shook violently, and the phone nearly slipped. After the White family went bankrupt, Mother couldn’t handle the shock and had a mental breakdown. She’d been staying in an expensive private nursing home ever since. It was her lifeline, and my only weakness. Ethan’s knife cut precisely where it hurt most. “I understand.” I hung up, grinding my teeth. Half an hour later, I arrived at the hospital’s VIP floor. As soon as the elevator doors opened, a strong smell of disinfectant hit me. Ethan stood at the end of the corridor, his face terrifyingly dark. Seeing me arrive, he said nothing, just strode over and grabbed my wrist. “Polina, how long are you going to keep this up?” He stared at me, his eyes looking at me like a criminal. “Lily’s severe depression relapsed. She just slit her wrists in there and is being resuscitated.” “Was it you who contacted the gossip media? Spreading rumors online to provoke her, saying she’s a homewrecker who stole someone’s position? Do you want to drive her to death?” He shook me until I felt dizzy. I only found it absurd. “Ethan Harper, have you lost your mind? I haven’t even left my room these past two days, and I haven’t been online.” “Still lying!” Nina suddenly rushed up, shoving her phone in my face, the screen nearly poking into my eyes. “Polina, the evidence is right here and you’re still pretending! All those gossip outlets say Polina White leaked the information! Who else could it be but you?” Just as I was about to speak, the hospital room door suddenly opened. Lily rushed out barefoot. Her hair was disheveled, her wrists wrapped in blood-stained bandages, her entire being in a state of hysteria. “It was you! You want to kill me! I’m not a homewrecker! I truly love Ethan!” She screamed, grabbed a glass water cup from the cabinet by the door, and hurled it at me with all her strength. I was being held tightly by Ethan’s grip on my wrist and couldn’t dodge. The glass smashed hard into my temple and shattered. Searing pain hit me. Warm liquid flowed down along my brow bone, instantly blurring my left eye. My vision turned blood-red. I swayed, barely able to stand. “Lily!” Ethan cried out, released me to catch the swaying Lily. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.” He held Lily protectively in his arms, soothing her gently. When he turned to look at me with blood all over my face, his eyes filled with disgust. “Go get bandaged!” He shouted harshly, “Don’t bleed here and frighten Lily, or I’ll make the White family pay the price!” I wiped the blood flowing into my eye with my hand. Looking at this pair before me, I suddenly didn’t want to explain anymore. There was nothing to explain. I was going to forget it all anyway.

Polina’s POV After treating the wound on my forehead, the nurse was about to bandage me. Ethan pushed the door open. Two bodyguards followed him, along with a doctor I didn’t recognize. The doctor held a report and looked at me with some sympathy. “Mr. Harper, based on the stress reaction just now and past medical history, Miss White has typical paranoid personality disorder, accompanied by severe persecution delusion.” “If not intervened immediately, she may pose a life threat to others.” I laughed. So in that earlier scene, my non-resistance was guilt, and my resistance made me insane. “Ethan Harper, what are you trying to do?” I stood up, still clutching the blood-stained gauze. Ethan didn’t look at me, only coldly instructed the bodyguards. “Take her away.” “I’m not going! Ethan Harper, this is illegal detention!” I struggled desperately, knocking over the treatment tray. But this only confirmed my supposed mania. Two bodyguards grabbed me from both sides, dragged me out of the emergency room, and shoved me into an SUV. The car didn’t return to the Harper villa but drove toward a fully enclosed private psychiatric rehabilitation center in the suburbs. It was a place specifically for confining disobedient people from wealthy families. I was taken into a padded room. No windows, no sharp objects, only a treatment bed with restraint straps. Ethan walked in, looking at me tied to the bed. “Polina, you’re ill.” His tone was calm. “The doctor says you have severe pathological jealousy. Your recent resistance, attempts to escape, and the attack on Lily just now are all symptoms of your condition.” “I’m not sick! You’re the one who’s insane!” I screamed, my wrists rubbed raw by the restraints. “I want to break up! Can’t I just stop loving you? Let me go!” “It seems quite serious.” Ethan shook his head, taking a document the director handed him. A forced medical custody consent form. In the guardian section, he smoothly signed his name. “Treat her. When she’s willing to admit her mistake, then stop.” The so-called treatment was actually electrical stimulation. The doctor placed cold electrode patches on my temples. “Ethan Harper! You bastard!” “Begin.” He turned his back, unwilling to watch my humiliation. The instant the current penetrated my nerves, the intense pain left me unable to even scream. It felt like countless needles were frantically stirring inside my brain, shredding my reason and dignity. I could even smell my hair burning. “Will you admit you pushed Lily?” he asked over the sound of the electrical current. I bit through my lip and said nothing. Increase the current. Three full days. I was injected with sedatives, lying in bed like a waste of space, even needing nursing staff assistance to use the bathroom. That shame of having my dignity as a human being completely stripped away hurt more than physical pain, driving me to despair. And in this despair, the last shred of love I had for Ethan Harper was finally uprooted completely and died. Three days later, I was allowed to be discharged. Walking out that door, the sunlight hurt my eyes so much I couldn’t open them. My face was deathly pale, and I needed to lean against the wall even to stand. Ethan stood by the car waiting for me. Seeing me come out, he walked over to help, his tone becoming gentle. “Feeling better? I did this for your own good. As long as you behave from now on and stop making trouble, this won’t happen again.” I lowered my eyes, hiding the deathly ash in them. I didn’t avoid his hand, but nodded numbly instead. “I understand.” Ethan smiled with satisfaction. Seeing me compliant, he confidently let go. “Have the driver take you home. Rest well.” He got into another car. Watching his departing figure, I dug my palm hard under my sleeve.

Polina’s POV The night I returned from the rehabilitation center, Ethan unexpectedly ate dinner at home. I sat across from him, quietly cutting my steak. This peacefulness pleased Ethan greatly. He poured me a glass of red wine, his tone like rewarding an obedient pet. “There’s a charity auction gala tomorrow night. You’ll attend as my date. The rumors outside haven’t been good lately. We need to make an appearance to dispel the gossip about your mental instability.” If this were before, I would have thrown the wine glass in his face. But now I only set down my knife and fork and nodded. “Okay.” Ethan looked at me with some surprise, then walked over and patted my head. “Good girl. As long as you stay this sensible, Lily won’t hold your previous misunderstandings against you.” The next evening, the banquet hall was resplendent. I wore the dress Ethan had chosen, sitting quietly in a corner. Even when people around me pointed and whispered, calling me a lunatic who’d just finished psychiatric treatment, I didn’t even raise an eyelid. Until Nina walked over with a glass of red wine. She was Lily’s friend and still held a grudge about the broken necklace incident. “If it isn’t Polina? I heard you just finished psychiatric treatment?” Nina deliberately raised her voice, drawing everyone’s attention. “Why so quiet? Did the electroshock therapy make you stupid? Or have you forgotten who the real master of this circle is?” Seeing I wouldn’t respond, a flash of malice crossed Nina’s eyes. She pretended to walk past, then flicked her wrist. A glass of red wine splashed directly onto my dress, running down my thighs. “Oops, my hand slipped.” Nina covered her mouth, laughing without sincerity, waiting for me to lose it. “Polina won’t be angry, will she? You’re a mental patient now. If you go crazy and hit someone in public, they’ll have to take you back for more treatment.” She wanted to provoke me, to watch me make a scene in front of everyone. But I only looked down at the wine stain on my dress, my face showing no emotion. I didn’t even furrow my brow. “It’s fine.” I picked up a napkin from nearby and wiped the wine that had splattered on the back of my hand, my tone as calm as discussing the weather. “It’s just a dress. When it’s dirty, you throw it away.” Just like some people and things that had become dirty. Nina froze, making herself look like a clown. Ethan, who’d been observing from a distance, walked over. He saw this scene, but he didn’t blame Nina. Instead, he seemed satisfied with my reaction. He put his arm around my shoulder, saying quietly, “Go change. Well done.” He thought it was calmness after treatment. Only I knew it was numbness after my heart died. Where he couldn’t see, my nails had dug deep into my palm, but I felt no pain. I could feel the countdown ticking away in my mind. Late at night, Ethan went to shower. From the hidden compartment of an old stuffed animal no one noticed, I retrieved the backup phone I’d hidden earlier. It was my only escape route. The screen lit up. An email from the Swiss neuroscience center lay there quietly. “Miss White, your surgery appointment is confirmed. Please be sure to arrive in Zurich on time.”

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I loved Leah Williams for twelve years. I gave her everything. A bullet from her brother’s true killer has been lodged in my spine for three years, causing me unbearable pain. Yet she treated the real murderer like family and me like a dog, forcing me to kneel and watching me suffer endless humiliation. Clinging to my last breath, I only wanted to give her the truth before I died. she pushed me into the abyss herself,smiling as she said I deserved it. Only when I cut open my own chest and dug out that blood-soaked bullet did she finally panic. And I no longer had the strength to look at her one more time. Silas POV I loved Leah Williams for twelve years. From the day the Williams family brought me back as a bodyguard at eighteen, I gave her everything. For these twelve years, I’d taken knives for her, drinks for her, and in that kidnapping case, I’d shielded her from everything. But now, I was just a dog at her feet, beaten and cursed at will. “Silas, kneel down.” Leah sat on the sofa, looking at me with eyes that held none of the love from years past. Only hatred. Standing beside her was the scholarship student she sponsored, and also her deceased brother Ethan’s best friend, Zane Sullivan. Zane wore a pair of limited-edition sneakers splattered with mud, looking at me with feigned innocence. “Leah, Silas was head of security after all. Making him clean my shoes seems a bit much. I can just wipe them with a tissue myself.” “What does he have to complain about?” Leah glanced at me, her eyes full of disgust. “When Ethan died, he said he’d spend his whole life making it up to me. Now I’m just asking him to clean a shoe. Do I need to beg him?” I stood there, the bullet lodged near the major artery in my spine throbbing with dull pain, pressing on my optic nerve and making my vision blur with double images. Whenever Ethan was mentioned, she lost control. I didn’t blame her. Because I also hated myself for failing to save Ethan. He was Leah’s own brother, and someone I’d desperately tried but failed to save. No one knew that shot wasn’t a stray bullet. It was deliberately fired by Zane, the man now sitting beside her, in the chaos. The only evidence was that bullet with its distinctive rifling marks. To keep Zane from destroying it, I’d forced myself to leave it lodged in my spine. It pressed on my nerves, making surgery impossible. Removing it meant death. Not removing it also meant death. I swallowed the metallic taste in my throat and offered no resistance, slowly bending my knees. I lowered my head and reached out to clean Zane’s shoes. My vision blurred again. A precursor to blindness. I gritted my teeth and used my sleeve to wipe the mud spots from the edges of Zane’s shoes. “What a good dog.” Leah looked down at me from above, her eyes full of revulsion. She pulled Zane up to head upstairs. “Zane, let’s go upstairs. Don’t let him ruin the mood.” “Okay, Leah.” As Zane passed me, his foot ground hard into the back of my hand. The pain pierced through me, but I didn’t make a sound. Only after I heard the door close upstairs did I collapse on the floor, gasping for breath. I fumbled in my pocket for that critical condition notice. Vital organ failure. Less than a month to live. Leah. When I’m dead and they remove that bullet, you’ll know the truth. In the middle of the night, the bullet in my spine began pressing on my nerves. The pain made me break out in cold sweat. I crawled up from the storage room and felt my way to the bathroom. My vision still hadn’t recovered. I could only see blurred gray shadows. I stumbled to the medicine cabinet above the sink, hands trembling as I searched for the heavy-duty painkillers. The doctor had prescribed them, saying they’d help me go more peacefully. Found them. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, the weight in my hand disappeared. Someone had taken the pill bottle. “Silas, up in the middle of the night looking for candy?” Zane’s voice echoed eerily in the bathroom. I forced down the excruciating pain and reached out my hand. “Give it to me.” “Give it to you?” Zane laughed lightly, shaking the pill bottle in his hand. “These are prescription drugs with morphine, Silas. Taking too many isn’t good for the brain.” “Zane!” I gritted my teeth. “Give me the medicine!” If I didn’t take it, I’d die from the pain tonight. Zane walked to the toilet and, right in front of me, unscrewed the cap. He poured the pills into the toilet. “Oops, my hand slipped.” Zane turned around, a malicious smile on his face. “Silas, you don’t have many days left anyway. Just tough it out, right? Saves wasting resources.” Rage instantly overwhelmed the pain. I lunged forward and grabbed Zane by the collar, slamming him hard against the tile wall. “You’re asking for it!” “Help! Leah! Help!” Zane suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs. The door was kicked open and Leah rushed in. Without thinking, she raised her hand and slapped me across the face.

Silas POV The slap knocked my head to the side, my ears ringing, my already blurred vision growing even darker. “Silas! Have you lost your mind?” Leah shoved me aside and anxiously pulled Zane behind her, checking his neck. “Zane, are you hurt? Does it hurt anywhere?” Zane’s eyes reddened. “I just saw Silas wasn’t feeling well in the middle of the night and wanted to get him some water. But he said I was being fake and tried to kill me.” “I didn’t.” I endured the nearly fracturing pain in my spine, my voice hoarse. “He threw away my medicine.” “Enough!” Leah cut me off coldly, her eyes disappointed. “Don’t I know what kind of person he is? But you, Silas, ever since Ethan died, you’ve become twisted!” She glanced at the empty spot on the sink where the pill bottle had been and sneered. “Medicine? What medicine? I think you’re just having drug cravings.” I opened my mouth, but in the end could only close my eyes bitterly. What was the point of explaining? In her eyes, I was nothing but a lowlife who’d sell out her brother just to survive. “Since you have so much energy, go clear your head.” Leah pointed at the pitch-black rainy night outside the window. “Go stand in the yard. Don’t come back without my permission.” Zane hid behind her, revealing a triumphant smile. I took a deep breath, suppressing the blood churning in my chest. “Yes.” I braced myself against the wall to stand straight, trying not to let her see my trembling legs. I turned and walked into the pouring rain. The ice-cold rain pelted my body, the bone-chilling cold slightly easing the burning in my spine. I stood in the mud, facing Leah’s bedroom window. The lights blazed there. I could vaguely see Leah drying Zane’s hair, her movements so gentle it made my eyes sting. Once, that tenderness had belonged only to me. I couldn’t help touching my chest. Twenty-eight days left. Leah, I hope these twenty-eight days pass quickly. Even faster. I stood in the rain all night. Just before dawn, I couldn’t hold on anymore. Everything went black and I collapsed into the muddy water. When I woke again, I was in the hospital emergency room. I moved my fingers and found myself lying on a simple hospital bed with an IV drip in my hand. “Awake?” A cool voice came. Leah sat in a chair beside me, peeling an apple. She didn’t look at me, just focused on peeling the apple. “The doctor said you had low blood sugar and caught a chill. Didn’t manage to die.” She cut off a piece of the peeled apple, but instead of giving it to me, turned to hand it to someone on the next bed. Only then did I notice Zane was also in this hospital room. He wore a patient gown, his face ruddy, eating the apple Leah fed him with relish. “Thank you, Leah. So sweet.” Zane swallowed a bite of apple and turned to look at me with false concern. “Silas, really, you shouldn’t push yourself when you’re not well. Last night you collapsed in the yard. If Leah hadn’t found you early, you might actually be dead.” Watching this scene, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand. I was the one who’d stood in the rain until I collapsed last night. But now, the one receiving care and concern was him. I spoke, my throat as hoarse as if I’d swallowed sand. “I want water.” Leah paused. She set down the fruit knife, pulled out a tissue and casually wiped her hands, sneering. “Water? Don’t you have hands?” “Leah, Silas still has a fever…” Zane offered fake advice from the side. “Let him burn to death for all I care.” Leah stood up, looking at me. “Silas, do you know what else the doctor said?” She walked to my bedside, her tone ice-cold. “The doctor said all your internal indicators are completely messed up, like you’ve been taking some kind of psychiatric medication long-term. So tell me, are you really having drug cravings?” My heart jumped. Had the doctor made up that lie to cover the inflammatory response caused by the bullet in my spine? Or had Zane already bribed the doctor? I looked at Zane. He was winking at me, pointing at the door. In that instant, I saw a figure in a white coat flash by the doorway. The attending physician Zane had bought off. “I’m not addicted to drugs.” I defended myself weakly. “You know the truth yourself.” Leah straightened up, the last trace of warmth disappearing from her eyes. “Silas, you disgust me. How could Ethan have idolized someone like you?” “Since you’re not dead, stop wasting money at the hospital. Pull out the IV and go buy Zane a sandwich. He didn’t get to rest last night because he had to bring you to the hospital.”

Silas POV I looked at the IV bag still more than half full overhead. It was antibiotics, life sustaining for my current condition. But I said nothing. I reached out and directly pulled the needle from the back of my hand. Blood immediately gushed out, dripping along my fingertips onto the white sheets. “I’ll go buy it.” I pressed the still-bleeding back of my hand and shakily stood up, gripping the bed frame. Everything went black again. I leaned against the wall, shuffling out step by step. Behind me came the sound of Leah peeling an orange, and her gentle murmur to Zane. “Eat slowly, don’t choke.” As I reached the door, I couldn’t help looking back. Leah was feeding a segment of orange into Zane’s mouth, smiling warmly. That smile I’d once dreamed of protecting. I turned and walked into the bustling hospital corridor. I leaned against the wall corner, gasping for breath, pressing hard on the old scar over my chest. Soon. Ethan, wait a little longer for me. Once I return this life to the Williams family, I’ll come to heaven and keep you company. On the anniversary of Ethan’s death. The sky was overcast and the cemetery very quiet. Leah held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, standing before the headstone. I stood three steps behind her. This weather made my body ache more and more. I could only keep my back rigidly straight to keep from collapsing. Zane stood at Leah’s side. “Ethan, Leah and I came to see you.” Zane crouched down, his fingers brushing over the young face in the photo on the headstone, his voice choking. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Leah for you.” Leah’s eyes reddened slightly as she reached out to pat Zane’s shoulder, as if comforting him. I looked at the photo of Ethan smiling brilliantly. Three years ago, also on a rainy day like this, he’d gradually grown cold in my arms, calling out before he died, “Silas, run…” “Silas, you come kneel before Ethan too.” Leah suddenly spoke, her voice cold. “Make him kneel? As if he’s worthy?” Zane suddenly grew agitated, turning to glare at me. “If he hadn’t been such a coward, how would Ethan have died!” “Zane.” Leah stopped him, though her tone held no reproach. “Let him kneel. This is what he owes Ethan.” I said nothing and silently walked forward. My knees bent, falling heavily onto the hard stone pavement. I lowered my head deeply before the headstone. Ethan, I came to see you. Just as I was about to stand up, Zane suddenly cried out, “Ah! My foot!” He fell backward. Zane’s head hit the steps beside him, blood immediately flowing down. “Zane!” Leah’s face changed dramatically. She shoved me aside and rushed over to hold Zane. “What happened? Are you okay?” “Leah… I’m fine… Silas, I know you’re resentful. But how could you push me?” “I didn’t push him.” I knelt there, feeling only absurd. “Didn’t push him? So he fell on his own?” Leah whipped around, her eyes blazing with hatred. “Silas, you used to just be a coward, but now you’ve become this despicable! Attacking someone in front of Ethan. What kind of person are you?” “I really didn’t-” Slap! Another slap struck hard across my face. This one was especially heavy, making my ears ring and everything go black before my eyes. “Apologize!” Leah pointed at the blood-covered Zane and shouted, “Kneel and apologize to Zane! Until he forgives you!” I froze. Kneel to Zane? “No.” This was the first time in three years I’d defied her orders. “What did you say?” Leah looked at me incredulously. “I can kneel to Ethan. I’ll even kneel here until I die.” I raised my head, looking directly into Leah’s eyes filled with fury, my voice hoarse but firm. “But I will never kneel to Zane.” Because he didn’t deserve it. “Good. Very good.” Leah laughed in extreme anger. She stood up, her high heel grinding hard into my kneeling shin bone, crushing it with force. “Silas, since your bones are so hard, then keep kneeling here until you’ve thought things through!” She helped Zane up and walked down the mountain without looking back. “Leah, Silas he…” Zane was still pretending to plead for me. “Shut up! Don’t plead for this ungrateful dog!” Their figures gradually disappeared into the rain. In the vast cemetery, only I remained. The rain fell harder and harder, soaking through my clothes and chilling my heart. The excruciating pain in my spine mixed with the pain in my crushed shin, making everything go black before my eyes. I turned my head to look at Ethan’s smiling face on the headstone. I don’t know how long passed before the wound on my forehead split open, blood mixing with rain flowing into my eyes. I still didn’t kneel to Zane. I faced Ethan’s photo and once again lowered my head deeply. This time, it was for myself. When the time comes, I’ll repay you with this life and return the truth to you.

Silas POV That night, I didn’t return to the villa. I sat all night on a hospital bench. The wound on my hand was simply bandaged. At three in the morning, a violent coughing fit woke me. A metallic sweetness surged up my throat. I covered my mouth, coughing my lungs out. Opening my palm, I saw a pool of horrifying black blood. This was a sign my organs were beginning to fail. The bullet in my spine had compressed too long. Toxins had already invaded my bloodstream. My body was long past the point of collapse. “Mr. Sterling, you really can’t delay any longer.” The doctor on duty was a young man, not the one Zane had bribed. Looking at my examination report, his brow furrowed tight. “If we don’t operate immediately to remove the foreign object, you could die suddenly at any time. We must notify your family to sign immediately.” I smiled bitterly. I had no family. My only relatives were the Williams siblings. But now, Leah wished I were dead. “No need.” I pulled a pen from my pocket and on that flimsy critical condition notice, signed my own name. The handwriting was a bit crooked because my vision was starting to blur again. “I’ll sign myself.” The doctor froze. “But this surgery has extremely high risks, the mortality rate-” “I’m not having surgery.” I interrupted him, handing back the notice. “Just prescribe me those painkillers. Preferably something that keeps me alert.” Even if it was just a last burst of energy before death. I still had one last thing to do. Leaving the hospital as dawn was breaking. I called my old friend in forensic medicine, Nathan Cole. “Nathan, I need a favor.” On the other end, Nathan’s voice was groggy. “Early morning call, what’s up?” “In a month, I might be dead.” I spoke calmly. “When that happens, I need you to personally perform my autopsy.” Deathly silence on the other end. After a long while, Nathan finally cursed through gritted teeth. “Silas, what the hell are you talking about?” “I’m not crazy. There’s something in my spine. Only you can remove it, and only you dare tell the truth.” I looked at the rising sun, but felt no warmth. “It’s the truth about Ethan’s death. Nathan, I’m begging you.” After hanging up, I took a deep breath, pulled out my SIM card, snapped it in half, and threw it in the trash. When I returned to the villa, Leah was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. Seeing me come in looking haggard, her hand holding the spoon paused. A flash of barely perceptible panic crossed her eyes, but was quickly covered by coldness. “Gone all night-getting bold, aren’t we?” She spoke coldly, her gaze falling on my bandaged hand, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly. “What happened to your hand?” I instinctively hid my hand behind my back. “Nothing. Just accidentally cut it.” “Good thing it’s nothing.” Zane came out of the kitchen carrying hot milk. Seeing me, he immediately put on a friendly face. “Silas is back? Perfect timing. The champagne spill from last night hasn’t been cleaned up yet. The cleaner called in sick, so I’ll have to trouble Silas.” Leah said nothing, just lowered her head to have her oatmeal. Tacit approval. I looked at the floor covered in glass shards and dried wine stains, nausea rising in my stomach. But I didn’t object. “Okay.” I agreed and turned to get the broom. The instant I turned, everything went black and I fell forward uncontrollably. Bang! My forehead slammed hard into the door frame. “Silas!” Behind me came the harsh sound of a chair scraping. Leah had almost instantly stood up, her voice carrying a tremor she herself didn’t notice. “What’s wrong with you?” I lay on the floor. It took several seconds before I could barely prop up my body. My vision slowly recovered a bit. I saw Leah standing two steps away from me, her hand extended in mid-air as if wanting to help me, but then rigidly pulled back. “Didn’t sleep well. My blood sugar’s low.” I supported myself on the door frame and stood up, forcing out an ugly smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t die.” Leah flinched as if stung. The panic in her eyes quickly faded, becoming hard again. “Who’s worried about you?” She sat back down and picked up her spoon, but didn’t take another bite. “Since you’re not dead, get to work. Stop being an eyesore here.” I nodded and took the broom toward the living room. Behind me, Zane said quietly, “Leah, look at him, acting like nothing happened. Definitely faking again.” Leah didn’t respond. But I could feel a complicated gaze fixed on my back. Leah, if one day you knew what kind of pain I endured while sweeping for you, would you feel even a little bit sorry?

Silas POV On the weekend, Leah had a sudden impulse to go to the equestrian club. Zane naturally accompanied her, and as her bodyguard, even with only half a breath left, I had to follow. The equestrian club was in the suburbs with beautiful scenery. Leah wore a sharp red riding outfit, her hair pulled high, looking spirited and heroic. That was her favorite look from before. Confident and bold, like a flame. “Silas, go bring my horse.” She flicked her riding crop, chin slightly raised. Her horse was a spirited black stallion that used to only respond to her and me. But these past few years my health had deteriorated, so I rarely touched it. Enduring the discomfort in my spine, I walked into the stable. For some reason today, my vision was very unstable, flickering between light and dark. When I led out Shadowwind, it snorted restlessly, hooves pawing the ground uneasily. I reached out to calm it, not noticing that someone had tampered with the girth under the saddle. It hung loose. “What’s taking so long?” Zane called from nearby. “Leah’s getting impatient!” I led the horse over. “Silas, I want to try riding Shadowwind today. Leah said I could.” Zane walked over with an innocent smile, reaching for the reins. The instant his hand touched the reins, something between his fingertips discreetly pricked the horse’s neck. Shadowwind spooked! It reared up on its hind legs with a shrieking whinny. “Watch out!” Almost instinctively, I lunged toward Leah, who was closest to the horse. In that moment, my world suddenly plunged into complete darkness. Not the blackouts from before, but true pitch darkness. I’d gone blind. I could only rely on what little hearing and memory remained to shield Leah in my arms, using my back to take a heavy kick from the panicked horse. The clear sound of bones cracking exploded in my chest. I grunted, a mouthful of blood surging from my throat and spraying onto Leah’s riding outfit. But I still held her tightly until the stable hands controlled the horse. “Silas! Have you lost your mind!” Leah pushed me away in shock, her face turning deathly pale at the sight of blood on her clothes. She frantically tried to check my injuries. Her hand had just touched my shoulder when she heard Zane’s scream from beside us. “Ow… my leg… it hurts so much…” Zane sat on the grass clutching his knee. In reality he’d only scraped it slightly while dodging. Leah’s hand froze. She looked at me, then at the wailing Zane. Finally, she bit her lip and withdrew her hand. “What happened? Can’t even handle a horse properly!” She stood up and hurried toward Zane, her tone anxious. “Zane, where are you hurt? Let me see!” I lay on the grass, my ribs likely broken and piercing my lung. Every breath carried a strong taste of blood. I tried to get up, but the pitch darkness made me lose all sense of direction. I reached out my hand bewilderedly, trying to grab onto something for support, but grasped only empty air. “Leah…” I called out instinctively. “Shut up!” Leah didn’t look back, examining Zane’s wound, her tone full of irritation and disappointment. “Silas, you’re truly useless now. Not just your body, but have you lost all sense of right and wrong too? Did you deliberately spook the horse to try to kill Zane?” I smiled bitterly, blood foam choking in my throat, triggering a violent coughing fit. “I can’t see…” I said softly, my voice so quiet only I could hear it. “What did you say?” Leah seemed to hear something and glanced back at me. “Silas, stop playing dead.” She commanded in a harsh tone. “Stand up. Don’t embarrass yourself here.” I listened to her voice, trying hard to focus, but couldn’t find her direction no matter what. Before I could at least see blurry light and shadow. Now, there was nothing. I felt around the ground, my fingers digging into the dirt, using the leverage to prop up my body bit by bit. “That’s right, Leah.” I still didn’t look at her, but faced the empty sky with a smile uglier than crying. “I’ve become blind.” “From now on, I probably really won’t be able to lead your horse anymore.” Leah froze.

Silas POV I didn’t go to the hospital about going blind. Or rather, it wouldn’t help even if I went. The damage was irreversible. Until three nights later, deep in the night. I was leaning against the headboard enduring the excruciating pain when the door was suddenly slammed open. “Silas! Stop playing dead, get up!” It was Zane’s voice. He grabbed my collar and dragged me off the bed. “Where…” I stumbled, completely unable to find my direction. “Leah’s been kidnapped!” Zane’s voice carried a weird excitement. “At the abandoned chemical plant in the west suburbs! They specifically asked for you to come alone to ransom her! If you don’t go, they’ll kill her!” Kidnapped? I tensed immediately, even my body’s pain suppressed. “Take me there.” I grabbed Zane’s wrist in return, with such force it made him cry out in pain. “Still so strong for a blind man…” Zane muttered, but didn’t break free. “Let’s go, the car’s outside.” The whole way, the car sped along. I sat in the passenger seat, gripping tightly the tactical knife I always carried. Even blind, this blade was part of my body. At the abandoned factory, the surroundings were deathly silent. “Leah’s inside, second floor, innermost room.” Zane pushed me out of the car. “Go in yourself. I’ll call the police.” With that, the engine roared away. I knew something was wrong. But I had no choice. As long as Leah was inside, even if it was hell, I had to jump in. I felt along the wall, relying on subtle air currents and echoes to move forward step by step. My ribs hurt with every movement, sweat soaking my back. “Silas?” From deep on the second floor came Leah’s terrified voice. “Leah!” I rushed toward the sound but tripped over debris on the ground, falling hard. “This was the top bodyguard back then? How’d he become such a pathetic wreck?” Mocking laughter surrounded me. Then came the dull thuds of clubs hitting my body. “Ugh!” I curled up, protecting my head and chest, gripping my knife tightly and using my hearing to judge their positions. Three on the left, two on the right. “Everyone freeze!” I suddenly lashed out, the knife precisely slashing across the wrist of the person on the left. A scream immediately rang out. Though blind, my hearing had become even sharper. “You really did go blind?” Leah’s voice trembled with disbelief. I had no time to explain. I felt my way to her side and cut the rope binding her hands. “Go! Hurry!” I pushed her toward the exit. “Think you can run? Not so easy!” Wind rushed from behind. I turned instinctively and spread my arms, shielding Leah behind me. Thunk! The sound of a blade entering flesh. A short knife plunged deep into my abdomen. The pain made stars burst before my eyes, but I gritted my teeth hard and didn’t make a sound. With a backhand strike, I stabbed the attacker’s shoulder. The scene descended into chaos. Just then, sirens wailed closer and closer. Hearing the police sirens, the kidnappers immediately scattered like birds. I clutched my bleeding abdomen, my body slowly sliding down the wall. “Silas! Silas, what’s wrong?” Leah finally broke free and rushed over to support me. Her hand touched my blood-covered hand and she screamed in terror.”You’re hurt… so much blood…” “It’s nothing… just a flesh wound…” I smiled weakly, wanting to reach up and touch her face to make sure she wasn’t hurt, but remembering my hands were covered in blood, I pulled them back. “As long as Leah is okay.” Zane rushed in with the police. “Leah! Are you alright!” Zane rushed over, shoving me aside to embrace Leah. “I just finished calling the police when I saw Silas sneaking around with these people… I knew it was him!” “What?” Leah froze. Zane pointed at me lying on the ground, his face full of righteous indignation. “It was him! He staged the whole thing! He was already fired by the Williams family and held a grudge. He wanted to use the hero-saves-beauty trick to gain Leah’s trust and extort money!” “These kidnappers are all actors he hired! I recorded everything!” Zane pulled out his phone, playing a heavily edited recording that sounded like me negotiating prices with those men. “No… that’s not…” I opened my mouth, trying to explain. Leah looked at me, her expression shifting from panic to disgust. “Silas, to make me forgive you, to get back into the Williams family…” “You actually gambled with my life?” “How long are you going to keep up this act? Getting yourself covered in blood just to make me feel guilty?”

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My boyfriend called me to break up. I froze for a second, then replied: “Wait, haven’t we always just been friends?” The other end went silent for a heartbeat before exploding: “The Queen is savage!” “Boss, you’ve been simping for her for years and you still haven’t closed the deal?” Leo Blackwood cleared his throat on the line: “Excuse me, everyone. I need to handle a private family matter.” 01 Leo hit the words “private family matter” with heavy emphasis. He was definitely pissed. I hung up before he could say another word and shut off my phone. I spent the rest of the day in class, heart racing. The old professor called on me to answer a question, and for once, I answered with total seriousness. No jokes, no sarcasm. The professor pushed up his reading glasses. “Riley Brooks? Have you been possessed by a studious ghost?” I gave a sheepish grin. “Not at all, Professor. This is my New Year, New Me era. Quiet and studious.” The classroom erupted in laughter, breaking the stuffy atmosphere. The professor nodded. “Okay, there she is. That’s the Riley we know.” After evening classes, I kept my head down and bolted toward the dorms. Suddenly, my roommates caught up to me, nudging me with their shoulders. “Whoa, look at that Porsche Cayenne at the gate. That looks like serious money.” “I don’t know cars, but the guy standing in front of it is a total ten.” I looked up. The silver-haired boy they were gushing about was walking straight toward us. With a sun-drenched smile, he spoke with total confidence: “Hey! Sister-in—I mean, Riley!” My roommates had one talent: they knew when to disappear. They gave me a sharp shove forward and vanished into the crowd. I lost my balance and nearly face-planted into Tyler Hudson’s chest. Tyler looked like he was about to have a panic attack. He closed his eyes and took a frantic half-step back. “You little…” The insult died in the air. Someone had caught me by the waist. When did Leo Blackwood get out of the car? Before I could think, I stood up straight and acted like a perfect angel. Tyler let out a massive breath of relief, patting his chest. “Thank god the Boss’s girl is okay.” I shot him a look. He offered a pleading smile. “Riley, don’t be mad. We were just playing Truth or Dare with the Boss!” I raised an eyebrow. “And?” “The Boss lost. He had to do a dare. The breakup call was my idea. Don’t take it out on him, okay?” Leo’s hand reached out and swatted Tyler’s arm away. “Fine. You can go now.” So, he brought Tyler along just to explain that to me? 02 “Achoo!” The AC in the car was blasting. I sneezed. Leo glanced at me and wordlessly turned the temperature up two degrees. But even with the heat rising, the atmosphere in the car was ice-cold. After a long silence, he finally spoke. His voice was deep and low. “What did you mean by ‘haven’t we always just been friends’?” Ah, that. “No, look, I can explain… or make something up…” “Riley Brooks, don’t forget. We are literally married.” I deflated, adjusted the seat to its most comfortable setting, kicked off my shoes, and curled up. “You were the one who said ‘break up’ first…” I muttered in protest. Leo’s hand on the steering wheel tightened for a split second. He tossed a small blanket onto my lap. “Fine. We aren’t saying that word again.” He paused. “And don’t sit like that in other people’s cars.” Like what? I looked down. Oh, right. I was wearing a short skirt today. I quickly pulled the blanket over me. “Did you see anything?” I hissed. “No.” “What color?” “White…” Hah. I knew it. He saw it and wouldn’t admit it. Blushing, I stole a glance at Leo. He had a high bridge to his nose, a sharp jawline, and a perfectly defined Cupid’s bow. The setting sun hit his face through the window, softening his features. His profile was stunning. I noticed the tips of his ears were turning a faint shade of pink. I whipped out my phone. Snap! Leo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “What are you doing?” “You look good! I’m admiring my composition,” I said. “This photo could sell for a lot. Your fans would go feral for it.” Leo let out a frustrated laugh. “What, the money I give you isn’t enough?” It was enough. More than enough. Being Leo Blackwood’s secret wife in exchange for a $50,000 monthly allowance was the best deal I’d ever made. 03 Leo was the highest-ranked pro gamer in the country. His hands were steady as a rock, especially when he drove. Usually, I fell asleep the second I got into his car. But maybe because I’d been staring at his photo for too long, I fell into a strange dream. In the dream, my fingers were tracing his brow, his nose, his lips… And just as things were getting heated, I leaned in to kiss him. “Mmph!” I snapped my eyes open to see Leo’s face hovering inches from mine, his skin flushed. This was not a dream! “Breathe,” he whispered. I finally found some oxygen. Leo let out a soft chuckle. “Fix yourself up. We’re here.” I looked in the mirror. My eyes were watery, and my lips were swollen and red. I took several deep breaths, cursing him in my head. Leo Blackwood, you predator! I looked out the window. It was the private bistro I’d mentioned I liked. Leo was a regular here. The owner greeted him with a knowing smile. But today, the owner seemed a bit too enthusiastic—until he saw me standing behind Leo. The owner’s expression faltered. He rubbed his hands together awkwardly. Then I saw Sienna Montgomery sitting by the window. I understood the owner’s awkwardness. Sienna Montgomery. The youngest Oscar winner in history. And Leo Blackwood’s “White Moonlight” ex-girlfriend. “What a coincidence,” Sienna said, smiling. She really was a movie star. Even without makeup, she was breathtaking. Leo froze for a few seconds, then gave a curt nod. He reached back and pulled me from behind him to his side. Gee, thanks, Leo! Sienna saw me, and a flicker of genuine surprise crossed her face before she masked it with a smile. “I didn’t know you liked this place too.” Is it too late to say I hate it now? Sienna bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with a faint redness as she gazed longingly at Leo. A classic case of the exes meeting again. Since the place was a private kitchen and everyone was a regular, Sienna suggested we eat together. She sat across from Leo, and the two of them started making small talk about their lives. “Congratulations on the new club. I heard it’s the top in the country.” “Thanks.” “Leo, I’m planning to move back to the States permanently to focus on my career here…” I was losing my appetite being the third wheel. You guys talk; I’ll just eat. I looked out the window, thinking that I probably wouldn’t be able to stay by Leo’s side much longer. The waiter came over. “Ice in your drinks, or room temp?” Leo and Sienna said “Room temp” at the exact same time. I was the lone voice shouting, “Ice!” Sienna gave a coy smile. “I’m surprised you still remember…” Leo wordlessly swapped my iced soda for a warm water. He looked at me intently. “You know you shouldn’t have ice for the next two days.” Faced with his sudden concern, I instinctively glanced at Sienna. Her coy smile hadn’t even faded yet, but her fingers were gripping her glass so hard her knuckles were white. “Hiccup.” The tension was so thick I literally started to hiccup. 04 Love is like a hiccup; you can’t hide it. Apparently, awkwardness works the same way. By my tenth hiccup, Leo finally lost it and laughed out loud. I glared at him, chugging water and stuffing my face with food, but it wouldn’t stop. Help. Why am I hiccupping in front of my romantic rival? Watching Sienna sit there so elegantly across from us, I wanted to cry. Leo gave me a fond look and patted my back. He took the water glass out of my hand. “That won’t work. I have a trick. Want to try it?” I nodded like a bobblehead, still hiccupping. “Look over there!” Huh? I followed his finger. In the next second, his large hand cupped the back of my head, and he pressed his lips hard against mine! “You… you… what are you doing?” My face exploded in heat. I scrambled to push him away. He looked unsatisfied, licking his lower lip. “What? The hiccups are gone, but you’ve developed a stutter?” I stammered for a full minute, unable to form a sentence. Clatter. The glass in Sienna’s hand hit the floor. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled. “Sorry. It slipped.” She stood up and walked toward the restroom, trying to look strong but failing. I stole a look at Leo. He didn’t even flinch; he just went back to eating. Something was off. Did he just kiss me to spite Sienna? Is this composure all an act? A facade? I didn’t want to eat anymore. Sienna came back, looking like a wilted flower. It was obvious she’d been crying. Truly a sight to behold. I pulled out my phone and opened a ride-share app. “Uh, I’ll just Uber back to campus. Leo, why don’t you drive her home?” Leo snatched the phone out of my hand and threw an arm around my shoulder, leading me out. “Ms. Montgomery doesn’t need my help getting home. I’m driving you.” 05 Back in the car, I started fuming. “Little brother, what is wrong with you? I gave you an opening and you didn’t take it!” Leo glanced at me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. His voice was lazy. “Whether I take an opening or not… you’ll have to wait and see.” !!! I froze. Since when did the straight-laced Leo Blackwood start talking dirty? I scoffed instinctively. “All talk and no game. Who knows?” Leo heard the sarcasm and laughed. He suddenly pulled a sharp U-turn. The GPS voice rang out: “Recalculating. You have left the planned route.” I watched the red dot on the map get further and further from my school. I whispered, “Where are we going?” “Home.” “Is… isn’t that a bit much?” My big mouth. Why can’t I stop the “all-talk” habit? The night wind was cool. I looked at Leo’s long, elegant fingers on the wheel and remembered how we ended up married. All because of my big mouth. Our families were old friends, but he was six years older than me. Because he was gorgeous, I’d been following him around since I was a toddler. I loved photography, and Leo’s first viral photo was one I took. Back then, Leo was a rising star in the gaming world, and Sienna was just an unknown tournament host. Handsome guy, beautiful girl—it wasn’t a surprise when they got together. Even when I took photos of them together and thought they looked perfect… it still hurt a little. Sienna, being career-driven, refused to go public. After they started dating, Leo’s performance tanked. He choked in several major tournaments. Meanwhile, Sienna’s career skyrocketed after a director saw her hosting. One was falling; the other was climbing. Arguments were inevitable. After Sienna went abroad, Leo was a wreck. I created dozens of burner accounts to leave him supportive comments. I promoted him on every platform I could find. 06 The truth was, I’d chased Leo for years with zero results. But my pride was a monster. I told everyone who would listen that Leo had been “simping” for me for years and I just hadn’t said yes. No one believed me—except my mom and his mom. “You brat! Leo’s been doing so poorly lately, and it was because of you?” Me: … When our parents confronted Leo, his secret relationship with Sienna had just been leaked, and he was drowning in scandal. Leo pulled me into his arms in front of the reporters and said: “I’ve been chasing this girl for years. Today, I finally got my wish.” “Marry me,” I heard him say. Is there any PR move more powerful than getting married to silence a scandal? I couldn’t think of one. Engaged in the morning, married by the afternoon. When I held the marriage certificate, it felt like it was burning my hands. On our wedding night, I peeked at him guiltily. “So… I can explain…” “I’m sorry.” Before I could find the words, Leo apologized first. “I’m sorry for using you.” Looking at his depressed face, my heart felt like it had been stabbed. Years of built-up courage vanished like a popped balloon. I swallowed my confession and slapped him on the shoulder like a “bro.” “No big deal! Just win the championship and pay me a $50k monthly allowance!” Leo actually smiled. “50k? You trying to rob me?” “Hey, I’m giving up my first marriage for this! Don’t be a cheapskate.” “You’re that sure I’ll win the championship?” “Obviously!” Because you’re Leo Blackwood. He ruffled my hair. “Fine. I’ll bring home the trophy for you.” After the wedding, Leo became a different person. He worked like a man possessed. He lived at the club and almost never came home. Late at night, I’d wonder: is he avoiding the house because of me? So, I moved into the dorms with my roommates. 07 The following year, Leo actually won the World Championship. He ran toward me with the trophy, and we both sobbed. I didn’t want to know why he was crying; I was just “crying” because of the $50k that was about to start hitting my bank account. After the tournament, Leo founded his own elite club. I went from being his personal photographer to the team photographer. Through the lens, I could watch him openly. I captured his frustration, his competitive fire, and the empty exhaustion that followed a win. I recorded every major moment of his life. Sadly, I was never in the frame. Aside from that one public proposal, Leo never introduced me to anyone. When people asked, he’d say: “A friend.” “The girl next door.” “Just a kid who likes cameras.” At least he didn’t hide me. Because I took photos of the players, I got along well with the younger guys at the club. Leo hadn’t been seen with another woman for years. On holidays, I’d wait at the club to drive home with him. The players assumed we were dating and started calling me “Sister-in-law.” I secretly loved it. Even better, Leo never corrected them. Driving home for the holidays, I was humming a tune, feeling great. “What are you so happy about?” I reached over to straighten his collar and smiled. “Nothing. Just a tiny, tiny thing not worth mentioning.” My happiness didn’t even last through one red light. Leo’s phone rang. Contact: Sienna Montgomery. Leo saw the name and slammed on the brakes. I never wore my seatbelt, and I smacked my head on the dash. “Does it hurt?” Leo’s eyes were full of guilt. “It doesn’t! Not at all!” Leo laughed. “Then why are you crying?” I realized I was actually sobbing. To prove it didn’t hurt, I started laughing. Crying and laughing at the same time—Leo thought I had a concussion and rushed me to the hospital. But I couldn’t explain. I couldn’t say, Leo, my head is fine. It’s my heart. That would be too embarrassing. I’d rather he think I was an idiot than know I was heartbroken. 08 That was the first New Year we spent at home as a “married couple.” There weren’t enough rooms, so we were forced to share a bed. While Leo was showering, his phone lit up. My heart dropped as I looked at the screen. “Leo, I miss you…” That night, Leo spent a long time on the balcony on the phone. When he came back, he smelled of the cold night air and a faint hint of cigarettes. It wasn’t a bad smell. The bed dipped, and Leo pulled me into his arms. Brrr, so cold. Damn you, Leo. Using me as a human heater. But the warmth grew. There’s nothing better than a bed in winter. I snuggled into his chest, finding a comfortable spot. In a daze, I asked him: “Leo, do you know who I am?” He was stunned by the question. “I know.” “Then who am I?” “Riley Brooks.” Hearing my name, I felt a sense of peace. “Leo?” “Yeah.” “If you ever want a divorce… just tell me. I’ll handle the parents.” A long time passed. I was drifting off when Leo said something. I didn’t hear it. I didn’t want to. A warm touch on my forehead woke me. Leo was looking at me with concern. “Nightmare? Your brow is furrowed.” I didn’t want to answer. I stretched and looked out the window. “Did I fall asleep again?” Leo ruffled my hair. “Yeah. Slept like a little pig.” Our marital home was still “new.” The wedding decorations were still up, but the house felt empty. A maid came to clean regularly, so it wasn’t dirty, but it didn’t feel lived in. There were no traces of me there. When we first got married, I had fantasies about “our home.” I went a bit crazy buying things. Matching toothbrushes, matching mugs, matching slippers… I used to wait for him to come home, full of hope. But he didn’t seem to like it. I remember him holding a cartoon toothbrush cup, smiling awkwardly. “You didn’t have to go this far.” I laughed and said: “It’s just in case the parents do a surprise inspection!” 09 After that, Leo stopped coming home. I felt like I was holding a long, grand funeral for my feelings. Every day he didn’t come home, I threw away one of the “couples” items I’d carefully picked out. The day the last item was gone, I moved back to the dorms. The “More than friends, less than lovers” zone was my uncomfortable comfort zone. Now, the room only held Leo’s things and a few of my clothes. He paced around the room like he was looking for something. “Riley.” “Yeah?” Whenever he used my full name, it was never good news. Sure enough, his smile didn’t reach his eyes. “What happened here?” “What do you mean?” I played dumb. Leo let out a frustrated laugh and loosened his tie. “Fine, Riley. You’ve grown some teeth.” I pouted. What did he think I was? A bunny that didn’t know how to fight back? Just a girl who blindly loved him? Normally, I wouldn’t dare pull these stunts with him. But today? His “White Moonlight” Sienna was back. The divorce was probably coming anyway. I decided to stop pretending! Leo suddenly pinned me against the wall in the entryway, his eyes darkening. “Wife—” He whispered into my neck: “I just realized… we never actually had our wedding night.” So close! Every hair on my body stood up. I was surrounded by his scent. I felt more lightheaded than if I were drunk. Using my last bit of logic, I pointed out the window. “Look! Oxygen!” While he was distracted, I bolted into the bathroom. Safe. For now. After my shower, I realized I’d celebrated too soon. I hadn’t planned on staying here; I had zero clothes to change into. I knocked on the bathroom door. “Leo?” “Yeah.” “Could you… could you get me one of your long shirts?” “Say ‘please, Big Brother.’” This opportunistic jerk! I clenched and unclenched my fists. But I was at his mercy. “Bi… Big… Big Brother Leo…” God! I hadn’t called him that since I was a kid. I wanted to die of embarrassment. “What? Speak up! Can’t hear you!” “I said, Big Brother Leo~ Riley wants some clothes~” 10 “See? Was that so hard?” Leo handed me a shirt. It was a short one. Even though he was much taller than me, it barely covered my thighs. Since when was Leo Blackwood this inappropriate? Or are all “Jungle” players secretly perverts? Leo was in the living room watching TV. When I walked out, his gaze swept over me. My face went beet red. I ran back to the bedroom, not daring to look at him. I’d been feeling heavy and exhausted lately. When Leo walked into the room, I thought I was dreaming. Wait… that damp touch of hair on my skin… that wasn’t a dream! I sat up, clutching the duvet. “You… why are you in here?” Leo looked at me like I was the crazy one. “This is my house. Why wouldn’t I be in here?” “But you always sleep on the couch, or in the study, or the guest room…” Fine. If you won’t leave, I will. I tried to shuffle toward the door, wrapped in the blanket. Suddenly, Leo scooped me up and tossed me back onto the bed. He pinned me down. Looking at the bridge of his nose, I heard myself say: “Leo, this is going to cost extra.” “Heh. Since when did you become such a gold-digger?” There’s a saying: “I want a lot of love. If I can’t have that, I want a lot of money.” Leo, I really, really love you… I pressed my hand against his lips, looking into his eyes. “Leo, let’s get a divorce.” The smirk on his face faltered. He looked at me suspiciously. “What did you say?” “I said, let’s get a divorce! “Then you can be with Sienna openly. You don’t need to use me to make her jealous. “Don’t be an idiot. Girls need to be winned over. You’re only pushing her away with these games…” 11 Leo brushed the hair back from his forehead, looking agitated. He gave a smile that was actually terrifying. I’d seen that look during his tournaments when his opponents taunted him. I shivered. Anger aside, he reached over and pulled the duvet up higher around me. He asked through gritted teeth: “So you think I’m doing all this just to spite Sienna and get back with her?” I whispered, “Isn’t it obvious? “As soon as she gets back, you take me to that restaurant. “And you’re suddenly… acting like this…” The more I spoke, the more upset I got. Tears started rolling down my face. “Leo, I don’t want to be a pawn in your game with Sienna anymore. Waaaaah!” I don’t know what was wrong with me. I wasn’t usually a crybaby. Leo gritted his teeth. “Riley Brooks, what the hell do you think I am?” Eh? Seeing me sob, he rubbed his temples and let out a long sigh. He handed me a tissue and said gruffly: “Stop crying!” I pouted and nodded, but the tears kept coming. “Don’t pout!” I was gasping for air between sobs. When I opened my mouth to breathe, Leo kissed me. I froze, letting him take whatever he wanted. Suddenly, a sharp cramp hit my stomach. It felt like a drill was going off inside me. I looked down. My period had started. I knew it! No wonder I was exhausted and emotional. It was the period’s fault! I always had terrible cramps. I started sweating and rolling around the bed in pain. Leo forgot his anger. He boiled water, filled a bottle, and wrapped it in a towel to act as a heating pad. After settling me, he threw on his jacket and went out to buy supplies. I was in too much pain to move. Sleep was the only escape. In my sleep, I felt a larger, warmer “heating pad.” I hugged it and fell into a deep slumber. When I woke up, I saw Leo’s beautiful eyes staring straight at me. “Finally awake, little pig?” 12 Crap! I was in too much pain yesterday and didn’t clean up before falling asleep. I threw back the duvet. Thank god. The duvet was fine. There was only a tiny spot on the sheet. But Leo’s shirt was a disaster… Wait! When did I change into these period panties? I hid under the covers in total shame. The more I hid, the more Leo teased me. “Oh, now you’re shy? I used to help you go to the bathroom when you were a toddler!” I threw a pillow at him. “Shut up!” Leo brought over a cup of warm brown sugar water. “Stop being shy. Drink this.” It was sweet and hot. My heart felt warm. “Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?” Leo paused. “Didn’t you say it? Girls need to be winned over.” Then he remembered something and gave me an order. “Don’t ever mention divorce again. You hear me?” What… what did that mean? Terrified of overthinking it, I didn’t ask. Sometimes, not knowing the answer is better than the truth. As a junior in college, I didn’t have many classes left—mostly just internships. My professor had a star student who worked in the entertainment industry. They were starting a celebrity interview show. The professor recommended me to do the photography and filming. Before I left, the professor warned me: “Riley, I’m only giving this chance to you. Don’t embarrass me!” I gave him a deep bow. “Salute!” The professor rolled his eyes. “Respect!” I stared at him. “Professor, you’re so trendy?” “Enough talk! Get going!” 13 The original interviewee was supposed to be a rising young actor. My roommates even asked for his autograph. But in the middle of the night, he was caught in a massive scandal, and his career imploded. The show had to find a last-minute replacement. When Sienna Montgomery walked in with a smile, the whole crew gasped. “My god! She’s even more beautiful in person!” “And so kind! She agreed to do this on such short notice… what an angel!” the director nudged me. “What are you staring at? Hurry up, we’re starting!” “Oh! Right!” I found my focus. I set up the cameras and gear. The interview began. Since it was last-minute, the questions were standard. When asked why she moved back to the States, Sienna paused. She looked out the window and gave a bittersweet smile. That tiny movement made everyone feel for her. She looked at the camera with eyes full of regret and hope. “For someone.” For a moment, I couldn’t tell if she was talking to Leo through the lens… or to me. During the break, my senior came over to check the footage. He patted my shoulder, impressed. “Good job, Riley! You captured her expressions perfectly!” “Obviously! Look who my teacher was!” That shut him up. Sienna walked over to look at the material. “These are beautiful!” She spoke with such sincerity I felt awkward. “You’re beautiful, Ms. Montgomery. It’s hard to take a bad photo of you.” The awkwardness was broken by an assistant yelling that boba had arrived. “Someone sent treats for everyone!” Everyone teased Sienna, who just stood there smiling silently. As they say, only an idiot passes up free food! I grabbed a cup and heard some people gossiping. “Hey, do you know who sent this?” “Leo Blackwood, the gaming god!” “The guy she was rumored to be with?” “Yep! He’s chasing her already. I smell a reunion!” The boba suddenly tasted like ash. 14 I ran into Sienna in the restroom. She smiled at my reflection in the mirror. “Is the boba good?” Maybe it’s female intuition. Sienna was someone I disliked the moment I saw her. After she moved back, that feeling only intensified. Despite her being perfect in every way, everything she did felt calculated and fake. “It’s okay.” Sienna raised an eyebrow, drying her hands as she looked me over. “You’ve changed a lot, Riley. But—I still prefer the way we were in the past. Leo does too.” “Oh. Well, enjoy your memories. Excuse me.” The interview continued. I cleared my head. After the wrap, my senior invited everyone to dinner. “Ms. Montgomery, would you like to join us?” he asked politely. “Don’t be silly, she’s way too busy for us,” someone joked. “I’d love to,” Sienna replied with a smile. The crew was stunned. Someone patted the senior on the shoulder. “We’re taking an Oscar winner to dinner! You better pick a good spot!” I started packing my gear. “Uh, I have a project due. I’ll head back to the dorms!” Before I could reach the door, my senior grabbed me by the collar. “What project? I’ll call the professor myself. You’re coming!” Thanks a lot, man. The bar was dark and loud. At first, everyone was a bit stiff. Sienna stood up with a glass. “A toast to all of you. Thank you for the hard work today!” She was always so poised. After a few drinks, the staff realized she wasn’t stuck-up and started relaxing. Halfway through, Sienna checked her phone and asked shyly: “Can I bring a friend?” The “friend” who walked in was Leo Blackwood.

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I’ve read countless stories about cheating husbands eventually crawling back, begging for forgiveness. I never thought I’d end up starring in one. Except, my story didn’t have the part where he begs. Just the part where everything burns. Because I actually died. I became a ghost, watching the man who betrayed me. Seven days after I passed, it was like a delayed reaction finally crushed him. Inside the house I could never go back to, he howled and wept, utterly broken. You ask me how that felt? I just stood there, blankly, savoring every inch of agony on his face. I listened intently to his desperate desolation over my departure. Beneath the grim satisfaction and the heartbreak, a massive wave of schadenfreude surged within me. Joyful, ecstatic vindication. It was a sharp, liberating thrill. I covered my mouth to stifled a laugh. 1 After dying, I became entirely certain that Julian had never truly loved me. When the police called him to identify my body at the morgue, he actually thought I was pulling a sick prank with my friends. He thought it was my desperate way of forcing him to talk. Because just minutes before, our final conversation had ended in disaster. I had screamed, I had raged, I had begged on my knees, and I had used the foulest language I knew to curse him. By the end, we were both drained. With bloodshot eyes, I sat on the balcony railing, my legs dangling over the edge. “Are you really going through with this divorce?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He looked at me calmly. The first time I used suicide to threaten him, he had panicked. Now, his face held nothing but exhaustion. “Are you done with the drama?” he asked. I said quietly, “If you walk out that door today, I’m jumping.” He gave me one long, deep look, turned, and walked away. The front door slammed with a deafening thud, shaking the apartment. Then, I heard the chime of the elevator. I had staged many suicides. The first time was three months after he initially asked for a divorce. It was our third wedding anniversary, which also happened to be his mistress’s birthday. He wouldn’t answer my calls. Finally, I sent him a photo of an empty bottle of sleeping pills and turned off my phone. He rushed back, looking frantic and disheveled. When he pushed the door open, I was sitting at the dining table in the dark. A lavish feast was laid out, a huge bouquet of roses between two flickering candles. I smiled at him across the table. “Happy anniversary, Julian.” He was livid. He screamed that I was insane. He grabbed my arm, dragged me into the bathroom, and pinned me down, brutally ramming a toothbrush down my throat to make me purge. I huddled over the sink, retching, while he kept cursing at me. “Where are the pills? How many did you take?” I was a mess, but I started laughing. My voice was raw and raspy. “I lied,” I told him, looking up through my hair. “I didn’t take anything.” I grabbed his sleeve, gripping it tightly. “Happy anniversary. I bought you a gift. Don’t you want to see what it is?” He looked down at me, his expression unreadable. Finally, looking utterly depleted, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t love you anymore, Sarah. Can’t we just let each other go?” Why should it be that easy? We met in college. Fell in love. A seven-year romantic marathon, followed by three years of marriage. All my youth, all my love, was invested in this man. Now he tells me to “let go”? Over my dead body. I was going to waste his life. I wanted that woman on the outside to remain a mistress, illegitimate and shameful, for the rest of her life. So I looked at him tenderly and said the cruelest thing I could think of. “Let you go? In your dreams.” He stared at me, unblinking. After that night, I could never track him down again. 2 Calls and texts went unanswered, lost in a sea of silence. I talked to his subordinates, but they were a brick wall, smooth and impenetrable. I even went to his office. The receptionist looked at me with an awkward, sympathetic expression, blocking my path. “Mr. Hayes isn’t in,” she said. I really wanted to force my way in. But I didn’t want to make a scene. I had some dignity left. So, I forced a smile, pretending to be unbothered. “When he gets back, just let him know I stopped by.” She relaxed visibly, looking relieved, though she couldn’t hide the pity in her eyes. “Of course, Mrs. Hayes. Will do.” I pretended not to see his silhouette behind the glass wall of his corner office. That night, I went home and drank a bottle of bourbon. I sipped it slowly, sitting on the balcony, watching the sunset bleed orange across the skyline. My mind drifted back to college. We were lab partners junior year. My grades were good, but I was failing statistics. Our advisor suggested he tutor me. I don’t remember much about junior year, except for that humid summer. The slow whir of the ceiling fans in the library. The smelling of old books. And Julian’s fingers, constantly spinning a black pen. I remember late-night study sessions, him leaning in slightly, his warm breath fanning my cheek. His hand, with its defined knuckles, pressed down on the textbook. His voice was low, creating a tender illusion. “Which problem are you stuck on now?” It was an innocent, naive fluttering of the heart, drowned out by months of studying for exams. Actually, Julian and I started dating senior year. Getting into the same law school gave us a sense of camaraderie. He took care of me. During orientation week, I joined the Student Bar Association. The chair of the social committee was always being inappropriate with me, touching me, getting in my space. One night, after a bar crawl, I wanted to go back to my dorm. He insisted on walking me. In a dark alleyway off campus, he suddenly pinned me against a brick wall, pinning my shoulders with his hands. He was slurring, rambling about how I had to be his girlfriend, trying to force a kiss on me. I panicked, screaming for help. The next second, he was ripped off me. Julian was there, swinging his gym bag. He beat the guy up badly. He didn’t seem to care if he killed him. Every punch was vicious. I tried to pull him off, screaming his name, but it was useless. Finally, standing behind him, frantic and not knowing what else to do, I yelled, “Julian, stop! I’m going to cry!” His eyes were red, but he stopped. He turned to look at me, his handsome face tense with lingering rage. The moment he saw me, his expression softened instantly. “Don’t cry,” he cooed. He stood up, walked over, and clumsily used the jacket from his bag to wipe the tears from my face. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. He looked at me, looking a little frustrated with himself. “I’m sorry. I just… I’ve had a crush on you for so long, and I never dared to touch you. Now this total asshole tries to force himself on you… Did I scare you? I’m sorry.” He looked down at me, his gaze earnest, his expression tender. “I didn’t want to scare you. I wanted to wait until the time was right. Sarah, I like you. Do you like me?” The memories were so vivid, like they happened yesterday. The young man who had nervously asked me that question had turned into a stranger. Now, he only said things like: “Are you done annoying me? Can you just not, for five minutes?” “Stop calling me.” “I’m not at the office, stop looking for me.” “Please, let’s just end this cleanly. Let me go, okay?” Tears streamed down my face. I finished the bottle of bourbon. This was my second suicide attempt. 3 I woke up in the hospital. My best friend, Chloe, was by my bedside, watching the IV drip. When she saw me open my eyes, she burst into tears, hitting my shoulder, asking me why I did something so stupid. I had just had my stomach pumped. I was incredibly weak, and my throat was too raw to make a sound. I scanned the room. Then I turned my head, stubbornly looking at Chloe, silently asking with my eyes. Where is he? She understood. She couldn’t hold it back anymore. She grabbed my hand, sobbing like a child, trying to comfort me. “Sarah, honey, can we just not force this? I called Julian. He didn’t come. Don’t you get it yet? Forget him. He’s not worth your life…” I closed my eyes. A single tear slid down my cheek. Julian hated being threatened. Senior year of college, we had been together for three years. There was a girl who really liked him, but he always coldly rejected her. Finally, her roommate told Julian that if he didn’t go see her, she was going to cut her wrists. Julian was with me at the movies. I still remember his expression when he got the call. He let out a cold laugh. “If she wants to cut her wrists, tell her to hurry up. Otherwise, if I go today, she won’t do it. But tomorrow, if I don’t go, she’ll threaten it again. Do I look like a charity?” He was holding my ice cream cone when he said that. It was winter, but I really wanted ice cream. He was worried I’d get too cold, but he couldn’t bear to say no. So he compromised: he bought it, but he insisted on holding it, only letting me have a few licks before pulling it away. It was strange. Cruelty and tenderness existed within him, side by side, without contradiction. Back then, I couldn’t let it go. I dragged him to the hospital to see that girl. He stood at the door of her room, frowning, looking annoyed. “I’m going to say this one last time,” he told her. “I love my girlfriend very much. Suicide threats don’t work on me. You can slice yourself into stir-fry for all I care. Don’t manipulate me with guilt, and don’t manipulate the people around me.” I was afraid my presence would upset her, so I stayed by the door. Through the window, I saw her lying in bed, tears streaming down her face as she listened to him. At the time, I was confused. Why would a woman want to die just because a man doesn’t love her? I didn’t understand. I always believed a woman should be an independent entity, with independent thoughts, not relying on someone else’s affection to exist. Why commit suicide over a man who doesn’t love you? Life is the most important thing. You should be resilient and dignified. Besides a man, you have family and friends who love you. You shouldn’t toy with your life. I told myself I would never do such a thing. But you don’t know how bad it hurts until the knife cuts your own skin. Many years later, that boomerang hit me. I became the woman using suicide to threaten Julian. And his attitude toward that threat hadn’t changed at all in all those years. 4 Honestly, I don’t know how Julian and I became what we are now. Before he confessed about the mistress, I hadn’t doubted him for a single second. We had too many years of history. I trusted him completely. I never checked his phones, his social media. When he traveled for work, came home late, or had business dinners, I never questioned him. Even when he first told me he had someone else and wanted a divorce, I thought something was wrong with him. Was he sick? Terminal cancer? Was the company bankrupt? IRS trouble? Had he broken the law? I spent two months systematically ruling things out. Only then did I have to accept the truth: he was just a regular guy who cheated. A guy who simply didn’t love me anymore. He just… wanted to leave me. After we initially confessed our feelings in college, he still pursued me for a long time. Even though we both knew I would say yes, when he finally formally asked me out, his voice was shaking. I rarely saw him anxious. But that young man, standing in front of me, trying so hard to be cool while asking me to be his girlfriend, his hands sweating with nerves—that Julian was the perfect image of love in my mind. When I blushed, smiled, and nodded, he lunged forward to hug me. He was so excited he was babbling. “This is great, Sarah. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day.” He said it was love at first sight. He had waited three years to finally be with me. Back then, we were just broke students. He spent half his monthly allowance treating my entire dorm to dinner to celebrate. At the table, he draped his arm over the back of my chair, looking at me with total adoration, smiling non-stop. Finally, he solemnly asked my roommates to look out for me, because I was clumsy and he worried when he wasn’t around. My roommates giggled and agreed, their eyes full of envy and blessings. Everyone said we were a match made in heaven. We had walked together for so long. Now he tells me he loves someone else and wants a divorce. How could I be resilient? How could I be dignified? Using my life to threaten a man who doesn’t love me only makes him disgusted, but I had no other options. I was in absolute agony. I couldn’t sleep, day or night. I kept wondering what went wrong. I wasn’t ugly, I was educated, my body hadn’t fallen apart over the years. Men at the office still hit on me. I became mentally drained, weeping without realizing it. Julian and I had one calm conversation. I remember sitting at the dining table, trying my best to look composed. I had spent countless days and nights psyching myself up to say these words. “I don’t blame you, Julian,” I said. “I forgive you.” He just looked at me coldly. Very, very coldly. “Don’t you get it yet, Sarah? I don’t need your forgiveness. I love someone else. I want to take responsibility. The reason I’m telling you this is because I want a divorce so I can marry her. Whether you forgive me or not means absolutely nothing. Let’s divorce.” I screamed. I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and hurled it at him. I rarely lost control like that. My upbringing was strict; I was taught to be a lady, demure and polite. Since I was a child, the compliment I heard most was how sweet and gentle I was. But when a heart is cut over and over again with a blunt knife, any gentle, polite woman will turn hysterical and hideous. Julian would never understand why I was so crazy. In his mind, I had nothing to lose in the divorce. He readily admitted he was the at-fault party. He was giving me everything: the house, the cars, all the marital assets, except for his own newly formed company. We didn’t have kids. In his mind, he felt bad, but he had compensated me financially. It was a massive fortune. So why couldn’t I just be a good girl and let him go? Why did I have to cling on like this? I didn’t know either. Maybe because thirteen years is too long. From high school to now. He occupied over half my life. Our love was fused into every inch of my being, like a seed planted in my veins, rooted deep. Thirteen years—any seed would grow into a massive tree. I couldn’t just walk away smiling like everyone advised me to. That would require me to rip out those roots and branches, bit by bit, from my own body. But it was part of me now. Ripping it out would kill me. In the dark of night, I curled up in bed, hugging myself tightly. The pain was unbearable. Chloe tried to convince me to let go. She said Julian was a man who chased emotional highs. A hedonist. He had been with me for over a decade—for a man like him, that was his limit. He followed his desires. He wasn’t producing dopamine for our love anymore. He was bored. 5 But I couldn’t let go. This divorce drama dragged on so long that everyone around us was exhausted. Julian’s patience finally ran out. We were like two wild beasts tearing at each other, ripping all our beautiful memories to shreds. Even Chloe sighed, “How did you guys end up like this?” We were like bitter enemies with a blood feud. As if we had never shared a bed, never held each other close, never loved each other deeply and truly. We left no room for dignity. But now, I was really tired. Congratulations, Julian. You finally got your wish. Listening to the sound of the elevator doors closing outside, I planned my third and final suicide. I sat on the balcony, humming a tune to myself. “Goodbye to yesterday’s love, maybe I shouldn’t have cared so much. Now there’s no more obsession left in me. Fate has its own plans, why try to settle the score…” Then I closed my eyes and, with a smile, stepped off. Like I said, I timed it. By the time Julian walked out of the elevator, I should land right in front of him. From the 28th floor, my body would shatter, blood spattering everywhere. It would be a horrific death. A sight that would haunt a person for a lifetime. Before I fell, I kept my eyes locked stubbornly on the building entrance. Finally, I saw Julian walk out. His face was a mask of shock and terror. He froze, looking at me. His first instinct was to run over and try to catch me, but how could he? I held a tiny smile, gentle as I used to be, right until I hit the pavement with a sickening crash. Through the excruciating pain, I died with my eyes wide open, smiling fixedly at him. I wanted him to never forget me. I wanted him to be plagued by his conscience for the rest of his life. I wanted him to live with the overwhelming guilt of what he did to me. I wanted him to never, ever know a day of peace or happiness for the rest of his life. He destroyed me. So I destroyed him. Before Julian and I fell apart, I had done something that crossed a line for him. Before that, he had always maintained a subtle level of guilt toward me. About a month ago, I finally relented. I told Julian I agreed to the divorce. But I had one condition: I wanted to meet the other woman. Julian had protected her well, just like he protected me back in college. From the moment he brought up divorce until our six-month stalemate, I had no idea who she was. I told him I’d agree to the divorce, but I needed to see this girl. I wanted to know what my thirteen years of devotion had lost to. Julian was furious. He thought I was screwing with him. He looked at me in disbelief. “How can you be so manipulative?” He actually thought I was doing it maliciously. Because after meeting her, I changed my mind. By then, I didn’t want to explain anymore. It didn’t matter what he believed. Actually, I had planned to let go. I really had tried to convince myself to walk away. I wanted to end this undignified marriage that had become a laughingstock. I wanted to set myself free, and set him free. I intended to bless them. But when I met that girl, I changed my mind. She was the polar opposite of me. Lively. Very beautiful. When she looked up, her long eyelashes gave her the fragile, timid look of a startled deer. Seeing me, she was visibly nervous, apologizing over and over again, completely flustered. I sent Julian away. Then I leaned back in my chair and told her, “Convince me. You have the whole afternoon. Convince me to agree to the divorce.” Then, she proceeded to meticulously list all the details of her romance with Julian. She was a marketing coordinator at Julian’s new company. They met at a joint company happy hour. Later, they went to an escape room with a group. She was scared, screamed, and ran right into Julian’s arms. For the rest of the game, she didn’t dare leave his side. Finally, getting annoyed by her jumping every two seconds, Julian无奈ly let her hold onto the hem of his jacket until the game ended. Naturally, she offered to treat Julian to dinner to apologize. Over dinner, they discovered they had common interests. After that, they played a video game together online. She was actually good at games, and Julian admired that. Then there were many, many more details of their interactions. She told me about their internal conflict and guilt in the beginning. She told me about a time Julian was distant and cold toward her. She told me about the happiness of their first hand-hold, their first kiss, the first time they slept together. She told me that after they established their relationship, on a rainy afternoon, Julian lay on the couch, she curled up in his arms, Julian rested his chin on the top of her head, and they played a game together on their phones. She said a lot of things. Finally, with tears in her eyes, looking utterly pitiful, she said, “Sarah, I know I’ve done you wrong. But we truly love each other.” I covered my mouth, ran to the bathroom, and retched for a long time. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. Gentle eyes, pale face, which made my dark pupils look even more hollow, tragic, and desperate. I was shaking all over. I had never felt so disgusted. Wave after wave of dizziness hit me. My mind was blank, my vision spinning. I almost couldn’t control my own body. But at that exact, inappropriate moment, I thought of when Julian and I got married.

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The top-tier billionaire heir unprecedentedly posted a sexy abs photo that went viral, captioned: “Waiting for you in bed.” A currently trending pop starlet responded across the internet: “I’ll come home early tonight.” Overnight, the entire internet went crazy shipping them: “So sweet, this must be their official announcement.” But, if she is his official girlfriend, then who am I? 01 I am a notorious, love-to-hate actress in the entertainment industry. Lately, my luck had been pretty terrible. Several hit TV shows I starred in were banned one after another because other actors in them got into legal trouble. I was in a bad mood and had no desire to film anything. My manager took the opportunity to sign me up for a live-streamed variety show. Besides me, the other invited guest star was the currently trending “it girl,” Mia Sterling. She was the new rumored girlfriend of the top-tier billionaire heir, Nathaniel Blackwood, and also my nemesis. After the live stream officially started, the host asked us to greet the audience. Mia spoke first. Wearing a light blue dress, her voice was sickly sweet: “Hi everyone, it’s your girl Mia.” The host smirked and added, “Maybe in a little while, we’ll have to change how we address her and call her Mrs. Blackwood.” Amidst the teasing, Mia lowered her head and smiled shyly. “It’s still too early for that.” I couldn’t help but frown. But out of politeness, I didn’t interrupt her. The live chat boiled over: “Hahaha, so Mia is admitting to her relationship with Nate! I just saw a psychic reading two days ago saying our baby Mia has the face of a billionaire’s wife. Who knew she’d become the crown princess of New York high society so fast.” “Mia is too cute. No wonder the notoriously cold and untouchable billionaire heir fell for her. So sweet!!!” “Did you guys see the Instagram photo? OMG, Nate’s body is insane. Looking at it makes me blush. I can’t even imagine how ‘happy’ Mia’s night life is.” At this moment, someone noticed me in the corner: “Wait, what is with Scarlett’s expression? Is this green tea bitch jealous seeing our baby Mia and Nate together? So scary.” “Our Mia is more popular than her, more well-liked, and her boyfriend is a billionaire heir. She’ll enjoy endless wealth for the rest of her life. Hah, Scarlett must be dying of jealousy inside.” Seeing these malicious comments, I froze for a second. I wasn’t jealous of Mia; I was just a bit confused. Three days ago, because that stubborn, old-fashioned man Nathaniel refused to try a new position, we got into a huge fight and started a cold war. I blocked all his social media and contact info. I didn’t expect that when the dog couldn’t reach me, he would actually, for the first time ever, update his Instagram account that he hadn’t touched in a century. In the photo, the man had just stepped out of the shower, lying on the bed. A few crystal-clear water droplets perfectly highlighted his chiseled abs. His long, slender fingers grasped the dark-colored bedsheets in a mess. It was indescribably sexy and seductive. The caption: “Waiting for you in bed.” It pushed that ambiguous atmosphere to the absolute limit. A few minutes later, Mia reposted this photo, shyly shouting out across the web: “I’ll come home early tonight.” That night, the hype around Mia and Nathaniel’s ship rushed to the number one trending spot. It spread like wildfire, as if it were the absolute truth. The top comment from a shipper: “So sweet, this has to be the official announcement.” I read it with a face full of question marks. If Mia is Nathaniel’s official girlfriend, then who am I? Did this dog really find a new flame just three days into our cold war? Fine. Great. When we were together, he acted like his life depended on being modest. Even holding hands in public made his heart race and face turn red. I exhausted myself finally training him well, and as a result, he runs off to make a high-profile declaration of love to my nemesis??! 02 After the self-introduction segment passed, the host began arranging the first warm-up game. A cliché game of Truth or Dare. In the first round, Mia lost. The host got excited: “Will our Mia choose Truth or Dare?” Mia thought for a moment. “Truth.” Seeing there was gossip to dig up, the host’s pitch went up excitedly, “Oh, can we ask anything?” Hearing this, Mia shyly covered her face, “As long as it’s not too overboard. That person is quite low-profile.” The chat went into another sugar-craze frenzy: “Hahaha, Nate: Stop calling me ‘that person’, just read out my social security number already.” “Who gets it? After officially announcing it, are the lovebirds not even hiding anymore? The sweetness is severely exceeding limits.” “Scarlett’s face is green, she’s even rolling her eyes. She’s been fighting with our Mia for resources for so many years. Now that our Mia has someone backing her, she’s dumbfounded.” No… I was just bored out of my mind and adjusting the position of my color contacts. How did that turn into rolling my eyes? After getting Mia’s permission, the host wore an auntie-like smile: “Okay, our question is, can you describe the process of how you met that person?” Mia pursed her lips into a smile, as if reminiscing: “Last winter, as the spokesperson for the Blackwood Group, after finishing the commercial shoot, Nathaniel specifically bought a cup of hot cocoa and gave it to me. We strolled together in the garden…” The more Mia spoke, the redder her face got, finally lowering her eyes shyly. “Wow~ So romantic.” The host and other guests gave appropriate reactions, seemingly intoxicated by the story too. But as the background extra in the corner, the more I listened, the more I felt something was wrong. I put down the orange I was halfway through eating and couldn’t help but ask: “Are you sure that cup of hot cocoa was bought specifically for you by Nathaniel?” Mia paused for a second, raised her signature smile, and her voice sounded a bit wronged: “Yes, does Scarlett think I’m lying?” I advised her tactfully: “You might want to think back a little more carefully…” I had an impression of the shoot Mia was talking about. But I clearly remembered that day, due to some shameful reasons, Nathaniel didn’t even go to the company at all. Instead, he messed around with me in the bedroom for the entire afternoon. From the bed to the floor-to-ceiling windows to the vanity… When he left that night, his belt was snapped. The hot cocoa was a winter perk sent by the company executives to all employees. Even the cleaning ladies got a cup. As for strolling in the garden, that was even more ridiculous. That day it was hailing ice chunks the size of pigeon eggs… Mia probably didn’t expect to be questioned. Her sweet smile stiffened on her face, and her tone carried a trace of imperceptible anger: “Scarlett, you doubting me like this… are you very close with Nathaniel?” Due to professional reasons, I didn’t want to expose my relationship with Nathaniel, plus we were still in a cold war, so I gave a vague answer: “We’re alright.” Just at the level of having negative-distance interactions four or five times a week. Mia put on an innocent look: “Oh, is that so. But, Scarlett, why have I never heard Nathaniel mention you…” The chat exploded: “Hahaha, the face-slap came as fast as a tornado! Scarlett, this try-hard, is going to kill me with laughter. She actually dared to question the relationship between Mia and Nate. I bet she hasn’t even seen Nate’s face.” “Weakly asking, am I the only one who feels that Scarlett’s dodging eyes make it look like she really has a history with Nate? What if Mia is actually lying…” “Upstairs, where did you get this psychotic delusion? How could Nate have any history with this clout-chasing chick? It’s bad enough she competes with Mia for everything normally, but now she even dares to try to steal Nate. Her thick skin knows no bounds.” 03 After the Truth or Dare game ended. It was nearing noon. The show had an established tradition since it first aired. Every guest star had to randomly draw a friend from their contacts list live on the show and invite them over. This would determine whether the guests would eat a feast or dark cuisine for lunch. This was also the show’s glaringly obvious little scheme: by only paying the fee for two people, they could get the buzz of four celebrities. The assistant returned the phones that were collected at the start of the recording to me and Mia. The host spoke mysteriously: “Today’s invitation segment is a bit different from before. You need to cast your phone screen to the big screen, and the fans will pick who you invite.” Mia obligingly agreed and opened her iMessage. The big screen displayed her contact list. The pinned chat was named “My Nate”. The number of viewers on the live stream practically doubled, everyone spamming “Nathaniel Blackwood”, causing the popularity to skyrocket. The host looked at Mia with a face full of anticipation: “It seems the fans and I are very much looking forward to Mrs. Blackwood and Mr. Blackwood uniting on screen.” Amidst the crowd’s teasing, Mia slowly typed in the chat box: “Nathaniel, do you have time at noon?” The chat was boiling: “Yo yo yo, dating really turns people into kids, and our aloof Nate is no exception. Who is this cute nickname trying to kill with sweetness? Looking forward to the lovebirds in the same frame. Let’s see if Scarlett still dares to be so arrogant.” “I heard the Blackwood family has strict rules and a low-profile nature. They never allow descendants to participate in entertainment activities unrelated to the business. Is Nate going to break the rules for Mia? Wow, what an idol drama plot.” Time ticked by, minute by second, and the chat box for “My Nate” remained completely silent. Mia had to exit the screen casting first. A few seconds later, she suddenly widened her eyes in surprise, her tone acting coquettish: “Nathaniel replied! He said he was just in a meeting. He’s very busy today and can’t make it this afternoon.” “He also said he wants to buy me a few Hermes bags to make up for it. Hmph, how are a few bags enough? I want a hundred from him. I’ll keep one, and give the rest to the host and the fans.” Hearing that Nathaniel couldn’t come, the fans in the chat were visibly disappointed, but the next second they got very excited to eat the sugar: “Wow, Nate spoils Mia so much. A hundred designer bags, just like that. He really is inhumanly rich. Can Mia let me possess her body for two days?” “Really have to thank Mia for bringing us such great perks. Can’t believe how precious the bags bought by the billionaire heir will be.” “Is this the domineering wealth of the richest man in the city? No wonder Scarlett is so jealous of Mia. She must be dying of red-eyed envy right now.” The host’s eyes lit up, her tone very exaggerated: “Then let me thank Mia in advance! I guess I’m bathing in Mrs. Blackwood’s good fortune.” In this atmosphere of peace and harmony, I couldn’t hold it back and let out a laugh. Because Mia had already exited the screen casting, everyone couldn’t see her chat box. But I knew, this was absolutely impossible to be a message Nathaniel sent her. Unsurprisingly, my laughter triggered another climax in the chat, everyone flaming me for “sour grapes.” Only a few rational fans raised doubts: “How is it so coincidental? The moment she exits screen casting, Nate replies? Could Mia have made it up?” But very quickly, they were attacked back by the swarming netizens: “You must be a Scarlett fan. Like idol, like fan. Acting like rats in the gutter, universally hated and can’t stand to see others do well.” “…” After hearing the laugh, the host finally noticed my existence and casually asked without much care: “Scarlett, are you ready to cast your screen?” I was just about to nod when I suddenly remembered something and subconsciously gripped my phone tight: “Can we wait a second?” Mia comforted me gently, but a trace of mockery flashed through her eyes: “Scarlett, don’t feel pressured. Even if you just invite a small actor, we’ll be very happy.” Seeing my delayed movement, the host got a bit annoyed: “Is Scarlett too tired from playing games just now? It’s fine, I’ll help you.” The host snatched the phone from my hand. On the big screen, the first thing that caught everyone’s eye was the sexy, chiseled contours of a man’s silhouette, his pale pink lips slightly pursed. The man was kneeling on the wooden floor, his head tilted up slightly. Muscles were packed under a well-tailored suit, his tie casually being pulled by a woman’s hand painted with red nail polish. Cold and dripping with sexual tension. Even though only the lower half of his face was exposed, someone in the chat recognized him at a glance: “Isn’t this Nate? Why is Scarlett using Nate’s picture as her wallpaper?” “Good lord, so Scarlett, the green tea bitch, is a delusional fan of Nate. No wonder she has so much hostility towards our Mia. Sure enough, solo fans only have mental breakdowns when the real sister-in-law appears.” “But wait, this photo can’t be searched anywhere on the entire internet. Why does Scarlett have it? I’m increasingly feeling like there might actually be something between these two…” “Bullsht, this is obviously photoshopped at first glance. If you ask me, just let Scarlett invite Nate too. Mia is too kind. Let Nate come over in person and extinguish her arrogance.” “Hahaha, the person upstairs is a fcking genius! Why didn’t I think of such a savage move? Yes, let her invite him! The woman who bullied Nate and even dared to photoshop pictures to disgust him—I can’t wait to see this green tea’s reputation ruined.” “Support Scarlett inviting Nate!” Comments flooded the screen. 04 The host and other guests wore expressions waiting to watch a joke. Only Mia proactively leaned in. She had just faced a setback with her invitation and was eager to get her pride back from me: “Scarlett, the audience has made their choice. Why haven’t you messaged Nathaniel yet?” A few seconds later, she suddenly seemed to realize something and whispered an apology: “I’m sorry, Scarlett. You said before that you knew Nathaniel very well, so I assumed you definitely had each other’s contact info. I didn’t expect that you wouldn’t even have his number…” The chat scrolled crazily, maxing out the mockery: “Hahaha, the bluff got too big and now she can’t wrap it up. If I were Scarlett, I’d pack my things and roll out of the show right now to save myself the embarrassment. I feel awkward for her.” “No, but seriously, doesn’t anyone else feel like Mia is acting a bit like a green tea bitch? She clearly knows Nate is busy, yet she still tells Scarlett to invite him. Isn’t she intentionally trying to make her look like a fool?” “How is that green tea? Our Mia is the main chick. Seeing a vixen coveting her own husband and not cussing her out already shows our Mia has high class.” Seeing me remain unmoved, the host voiced the injustice for Mia: “Scarlett, Mia is talking to you. Out of politeness, shouldn’t you at least reply?” I looked at Mia and spoke flatly: “With such good acting skills, it’d be great if you used them when filming.” The host’s lips twitched in anger, but Mia stopped her, looking pitiful and fragile: “Scarlett, I understand you’re in a bad mood right now.” “How about this? I’ll send you Nathaniel’s contact info. But whether he’s willing to add you, I can’t guarantee…” I interrupted Mia carelessly: “No need. I have Nathaniel’s number, I just blocked him.” Mia’s expression looked a bit shocked. She pouted, adopting a tone as if she were thinking of my best interests: “Scarlett, I know you have a strong personality and don’t like being compared to others, but you really shouldn’t make these kinds of jokes. It’s really not funny…” The chat laughed: “People rack their brains trying to add Nate and can’t even get in. She, on the other hand, just blocks him? Who is she kidding, a three-year-old?” “Damn, I hate people who act tough the most. Especially when they pretend so poorly. Our little angel Mia already nicely advised her several times, and even offered to give her Nate’s number. She’s not only ungrateful but also has this arrogant attitude.” “Filming a show with such a toxic person… really feel bad for our Mia.” The host looked like she was gloating over a disaster: “Scarlett, since you said you have Nate’s contact, then invite him now.” The guests all cast their gazes, waiting to see me make a fool of myself. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, I slowly pulled out the contact named “Nate the Puppy” from my block list: “Giving you face. Come over at noon and cook.” The other side replied instantly: “Baby, you finally remembered me.” “Cooking together this afternoon? Let’s use the position you picked last time, okay? I’ve already practiced it many times.” “Baby, don’t ignore me. I promise I absolutely won’t refuse any of your demands in bed from now on…” I was already using my fastest speed to try and end the screen casting, but alas, Nathaniel’s messages came in too fast. A few still got exposed to the public eye. Nathaniel’s rapid-fire message bombing and R-rated texting style hard-cc’d the entire room for over ten seconds. 05 The host was stunned. “Scarlett, who are you messaging?” I secretly cursed this dog of a man for blurting out everything while busy explaining to her that cooking just meant normal cooking, answering without looking up: “Nathaniel Blackwood.” “Nathaniel Blackwood from the Blackwood Group?” I asked coldly: “Could it be Nathaniel Blackwood from the Smith Group?” The host spent the entire show deliberately agreeing with Mia to belittle and smear me. Using me as an antagonist to prop up Mia, and conveniently increasing the show’s ratings. This was probably their true purpose for inviting me. The chat: “HOLY SHT, HOLY SHT, HOLY SH*T! Massive plot twist! Scarlett actually blocked Nate! And the relationship between these two is way too ambiguous! Can I really watch this for free?” “What’s going on, getting pinched by Scarlett’s cuteness. This host is an old slicker. She’s been reported by many artists before for stepping on others to praise someone else. She should have been roasted long ago. Sister Scarlett is so badass.” “I should be under the car, I shouldn’t be in the car.” “…” The host shut her mouth resentfully, her face full of shock and disbelief, and looked at Mia beside her. Mia rushed in front of me, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. “Scarlett, I don’t know where I offended you, but you definitely have it out for me today.” I lifted my eyelids, not knowing what kind of crazy fit she was throwing again. “Scarlett, whatever you do to me doesn’t matter. But finding someone to pretend to be Nathaniel to ruin his image is really going too far. No matter what, lying is wrong.” At this moment, the host slowly realized what was going on. “Scarlett, the avatar of the guy who just replied to you is completely different from the pinned contact on Mia’s phone. You actually say he’s Nate? Are you playing us for fools?” The chat flooded the screen: “666, it twisted, it really twisted, a 360-degree twist. That was close, almost got tricked by Scarlett.” “Scarlett is too scheming. If Mia hadn’t pointed it out, I might have really believed that was Nate’s message and even wondered if they were boyfriend and girlfriend.” “I actually very seriously doubted for a second just now if our baby Mia was lying to people. Ah, I really deserve to die.” “Boohoo, Scarlett, that jealous dream girl. Eager to be the other woman. Look at how wronged she made our Mia. When the time comes, Nate will definitely make her kneel and apologize to our Mia.” I knew that once my relationship with Nathaniel was exposed, it would be impossible to hide it anymore. Facing the host’s questioning, I simply explained truthfully: “This is Nathaniel’s private account. Only close people have it.” The host snorted disdainfully. “You mean to say, the account our Mia added is the official one, and the one you added is Nate’s real private account.” I nodded, too lazy to waste my breath: “Pretty much.” In reality, Nathaniel’s dedicated work account was also very hard to add. The people in it were generally executives and board members of major companies. I didn’t know how Mia managed to add it. The chat: “Hiss, don’t you guys think what Scarlett said makes a lot of sense? Big shots usually have one public and one private account. Plus, looking at her expression, so breezy and calm, she really doesn’t look like she’s lying.” “Upstairs, can’t you see all the flaws? Who is Nathaniel? A billionaire heir. How could he reply to messages in such a brothel-like style? And ‘Nate the Puppy’? Does Scarlett really have the guts to call him that?” “Hmph, this might just be a male model Scarlett hired somewhere. Don’t you guys know? Her private life is super messy. Smoking and drinking. How could Nate possibly look at someone like her.” “Ah, poor our Nate, actually having a male model impersonate him one day. Scarlett’s guts are really not ordinarily big. Is she really not afraid of being blacklisted.” 06 On the phone, Nathaniel was still continuously sending messages: “Sorry baby, I was practicing new positions all morning. Didn’t have time to notice you were recording a show, and didn’t pay attention to Twitter. My bad.” “Baby, I didn’t intentionally expose our relationship to the public eye. I promised you, I absolutely won’t interfere with your career, and I absolutely won’t ask for an official title.” “But baby, if I go to the show, you have to give me an identity, right? Boyfriend or Husband?” “If that really doesn’t work… simp is fine too.” I was just about to reply when I heard the host’s voice: “Mia, did Nate tell you what time he’s coming?” Mia shook her head. “Nathaniel is very busy, he probably can’t make it. Scarlett, let’s select someone else to invite together.” I raised my eyebrows in confusion. Mia consoled me: “Scarlett, I know you were just making everyone laugh earlier. However, even though Nathaniel has a good temper, if he’s constantly joked about, he’ll be unhappy too…” “Yeah,” the host chimed in sourly. “Scarlett, we can’t keep waiting with you all the time. Everyone is hungry. Let Liam draw first.” I responded calmly: “Nathaniel will arrive at 12:30.” Seeing my firm attitude, the host could only let it go, cueing the process and asking Mia to reselect. Actually, Mia said one thing wrong just now. Even though Nathaniel was an innocent puppy in front of me, his temper was one of the worst in the business world. His methods were ruthless, and he sought revenge for the smallest grievance. By clout-chasing this time, she really kicked a steel plate…

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I was on a reality dating show with the reigning Best Actor of Hollywood. To make sure I didn’t ruin his heavily-PR’d “showmance” with the current It Girl, I actively avoided him like the plague. But I underestimated the contrarian nature of modern netizens. After the show aired, the It Girl and the Best Actor were relentlessly mocked for their “artificial, focus-group-tested romance.” Meanwhile, the Best Actor and I—the “Anti-Showmance Duo”—accidentally went viral and broke the internet. Viewers: “They dodge eye contact but look at that chemistry! If they aren’t real, my entire life is a lie!” 1 I was notoriously known as the most problematic actress in my age group. My reputation was built on aggressively “shipping” myself with male co-stars to leach off their fame. Despite having a face sharp enough to cut glass and a killer, sultry vibe, my agency insisted I play the role of the fragile, innocent girl-next-door. Naturally, the internet despised me. They called me fake, manipulative, and a “green tea bitch.” While filming, the male leads’ PR teams would aggressively push for a fake romance. But once the project wrapped, they’d immediately pivot to playing the victim. I took the hate; they took the engagement. Seeing my reputation circle the drain, my agent threw me a lifeline: a live-streamed reality dating show. The strategy? Use my status as the internet’s punching bag to serve as the ultimate background character, thereby highlighting the sincerity and sweetness of the current It Girl, Chloe Vance. But just days before shooting began, news dropped that Silas Vance, an Oscar-winning Best Actor (and absolutely no relation to Chloe), was joining the cast. During my reckless college years, leaning heavily on my status as an upperclassman, I had a brief, embarrassing… incident with the impossibly beautiful, newly-minted star. We were definitely not meant to cross paths again. Thankfully, the producers had already established the show’s tone. Simply put, the entire show was a vehicle to serve the fabricated romance between Silas and Chloe. The rest of us were just props. Which meant I’d have zero interaction with Silas. My only job was to be a good piece of scenery, stay out of the spotlight, and clear the stage for him and Chloe. It was basically a paid vacation. I was thrilled. Getting paid to do absolutely nothing? Sign me up. On the first day of filming, Chloe arrived looking immaculate in a flowing white dress. The moment she stepped out of the car, the live chat exploded. “So THIS is why our Silas lowered himself to do a reality show! The high school sweetheart trope is real!” “Chloe is stunning. Such elegant goddess vibes.” I followed closely behind, makeup-free, wearing a faded t-shirt and shorts, and gave a lazy wave to the camera. The chat took a hard left. “Why is SHE here? So unlucky. Trailing right behind Chloe, trying to steal her thunder.” “But seriously, what is she wearing?! Nursing home chic?” “Reject female rivalry! Vote April Hayes off the island.” Heh. I was far too lazy to compete with them anyway. That would require a pay bump. Until Silas made his entrance, I diligently played the background character, watching the beautiful men and women vie for screen time. The second Silas appeared, I physically maneuvered myself completely out of the frame. I wasn’t even a background character anymore; I was off-screen. When it came to avoiding suspicion, I was a seasoned professional. Silas was the biggest name among us. He had kept a low profile for years, focusing strictly on acting, with zero scandals and almost no variety show appearances. Rumor had it that when the dating show producers first approached him, he flat-out refused. No one knew why he suddenly changed his mind. An A-list Best Actor dropping down to a reality show instantly sparked intense online debate. Everyone assumed he came specifically for Chloe. After all, when Chloe debuted, it was revealed that she and Silas had attended the same high school and college. There were even rumors that Chloe was the “one who got away,” the unattainable first love Silas had carried a torch for, remaining single to this day just waiting for her to look back. In Hollywood, star power is king. The moment Silas stepped out, the entire cast swarmed him, excitedly introducing themselves. When the camera panned to me, I was zoned out, staring at a bowl of sunflower seeds, trying to figure out if they were real or just props. The live chat was buzzing. “Look at her acting all aloof, ignoring our Silas! Doing anything for attention, she’s so pathetic.” “Okay, but honestly… I’m kind of getting her vibe? Even without makeup, she looks good. Effortlessly cool.” “Girl, are you crazy? You think April the Green Tea is cool? Who knows what toxic schemes she’s plotting.” Chloe seamlessly claimed the seat next to Silas. They were wearing complementary colors, looking very much like a couple. The chat was flooded with “A match made in heaven” and “Destined lovers.” I sat far away, cracking sunflower seeds, quietly observing Silas. It had been years. He was even more handsome now, practically oozing a detached, untouchable aura. He looked cold and distant. None of that soft, puppy-dog cuteness from before. The chat went wild. “The Vance-Thorne ship is sailing! Just one frame together and it’s raining pink bubbles. I’m dying!” Chloe casually flipped her hair and covered her mouth with a delicate laugh, sending the chat into a frenzy. “Chloe has so much class. She’s the only pure jasmine flower in the industry. How does April, that cheap knockoff, even dare to compare?” 2 Right at that moment, Silas suddenly looked over at me. I was mid-bite, a sunflower seed halfway to my mouth, and didn’t have time to look away. Our eyes locked. I immediately shifted my gaze to the nearest guy, a cute indie musician, and shot him a dramatic, exaggerated wink. The light in Silas’s eyes instantly darkened. An eagle-eyed viewer immediately commented: “Am I crazy, or did Silas just look… hurt? What did he just see?” “He was definitely looking at April.” “Girl, spit it out, knock on wood! Do not let Silas’s name be in the same sentence as April the Green Tea!” I wholeheartedly agreed with that hater. I didn’t want even a sliver of a connection to Silas. I just wanted to slack off for three months, collect my massive paycheck, and go home. That evening, before the anonymous “heartbeat letters” segment, the producers introduced a mixer. In a bizarre twist, they blindfolded all of us, put us in a confined room, and told us to walk around randomly. Whoever you grabbed was your date for the night. They even gave this ridiculous game a ridiculous name: “Cupid’s Blind Man’s Bluff.” I felt my sanity actively draining. Some netizens were equally unhappy. “This isn’t fair! April the Clout Chaser is definitely going to use this to grope the guys.” “Exactly! No other man is allowed to touch our Chloe! Chloe belongs to Silas.” Without sight, my other senses went into overdrive. In the small room, the sound of breathing overlapped. The accidental brushes of skin made the atmosphere heat up rapidly. I tensed up, frantically trying to parse through the chaos of various perfumes and colognes to identify Silas’s distinct body wash. And then, I actively walked in the opposite direction. The live chat was losing its mind. “The producers are messy for this! Too spicy!” “Chloe, go right! Silas is on the right! Ahhh, they almost bumped into each other!” “Wait, is anyone else noticing April’s pathing? It’s so weird. Holy crap, did she just kick a guy away?!” “Girl, I see it too. April is literally dodging everyone, especially Silas. It’s like she has a radar. This is wild.” “But what’s even crazier is that Silas keeps moving TOWARD April! Everyone else is stumbling around like headless chickens, but those two look like they have X-ray vision!” “She runs, he chases. There is no escape.” “Help, the comment above me is sending me!” Ten minutes later, the director blew the whistle. The pairings were set. Everyone else had tried their hardest to bump into someone else to manufacture some romantic tension. I, however, stuck to my strict “Don’t Touch Me” policy. One kick here, one dodge there, and I successfully avoided every single guy in the room. Which meant I also avoided Silas. However, when the blindfolds came off… Everyone else was paired up, holding hands. Only Silas and I were left, standing on opposite ends of the room, staring at each other. Chloe’s face dropped instantly. She ripped her hand away from the guy next to her. This had… backfired spectacularly. Chloe forced a sugary-sweet smile. “Director, we didn’t really understand the rules just now. Can we do a do-over?” I immediately stepped forward to support her. The chat scrolled furiously. “Ha, Green Tea April is definitely going to argue with Chloe. Let’s watch her terrible acting.” “She got lucky and ended up with Silas. She’s probably dying of happiness inside.” 3 I sprinted right up to the director. “She’s absolutely right! I agree! Do-over! We MUST do it over!” If I had known this would happen, I would have grabbed a random guy earlier! The rapper from this morning wasn’t bad, or the older action star… Literally anyone was better than Silas. Chloe probably hadn’t expected me to back her up so aggressively. She froze in place. Silas spoke, his tone flat. “It’s getting late. A do-over is a waste of time.” The director wasn’t about to argue with an A-lister like Silas, so that was that. Chloe walked slowly over to Silas, her eyes soft and pleading. “Silas, it’s okay. I’ll wait for you to get back.” The camera zoomed in for a tight close-up on the two of them. Chloe walked away, looking back over her shoulder three times, her eyes red as if she were marching off to war. The live chat erupted. “My heart breaks for Chloe. It’s all April’s fault. That bitch ruins everything. She’s doing this on purpose to mess with our girl.” “Speechless. If you don’t use your eyes, donate them. I’m just a casual viewer, and it’s obvious April didn’t do anything.” “Sisters, Green Tea April is definitely faking this ‘I don’t care’ attitude. Don’t be fooled! She’s going to show her true colors soon and throw herself at Silas. Just watch.” The date roster was locked in. I shot Silas a look of extreme reluctance and maintained a strict three-foot distance from him at all times. The live chat stalled for a moment before someone quietly commented: “Am I going crazy, or does April look like she’s genuinely disgusted by Silas?” “She’s not even trying to get close? Is this still Green Tea April? Did she get a personality transplant?” “LMAO, Silas keeps looking back to check if April is still there. What, is he afraid she’s going to run away?” “I mean, it really looks like April wants to run.” The date was set up on the beach. Dim lighting, candles on the table, rose petals scattered everywhere. It gave me a headache. I took the initiative. “What temperature do you keep your AC at?” Silas: “78.” Me: “I like 62. We’re not compatible.” A long silence. Silas spoke softly, “I can do 62.” What… is his deal? I pressed on. “Do you lick the foil lid on your yogurt cups?” Silas: “No.” Me: “I do. We’re not compatible.” Silas: “I…” I waved my hand. “I go to bed at exactly 8 PM every night, and I fall asleep listening to heavy metal. I’m heading back.” The chat was an avalanche of text. “QUICK, EVERYONE WATCH APRIL’S FEED! I’M LAUGHING MY HEAD OFF!” “Look how pitiful our Best Actor looks! He’s so wounded!” “The vibe between these two is so weird, but I’m kind of… shipping it?” “A ship can be rare, but it shouldn’t be cursed! This is a dangerous path. The Vance-Thorne ship is the only true path.” 4 I had just gotten back to the communal living room and was about to fire up a mobile game to cool down when Chloe walked in. Seeing me, she feigned shock. “April! You’re back so soon? What about your date?” I was leaning lazily against the doorframe, chewing on a piece of toast. “It’s dead.” A flash of triumph crossed Chloe’s eyes. It was fleeting, but I caught it. Given my terrible reputation and my history of aggressive showmances, the male cast members were avoiding me like the plague. Silas was A-list, known for being aloof and unapproachable. Chloe had definitely assumed Silas had kicked me out. She covered her mouth, her big eyes widening innocently, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Please don’t be mad, April. I apologize on Silas’s behalf.” Tsk. Her acting was so amateur. It was like watching someone try to fake an asthma attack. I suddenly felt a little bad for her fans. The chat: “Does April know how to talk? If you can’t speak nicely, keep your mouth shut. She’s just bullying our kind-hearted Chloe. She stole someone else’s date, and she has the nerve to be mad?” “Who started the drama on purpose? And where exactly did April look mad?” “Our girl was just checking in on her! How is that starting drama?” “Did she mention you? Stop catching strays!” The chat was a warzone. Silas pushed the door open and walked in. The camera immediately framed Chloe and Silas together, effectively pushing me out of the shot. I couldn’t help but give the cameraman a mental thumbs-up. Chloe hurried over, looking at Silas with deep, soulful eyes, taking on the tone of a protective girlfriend. “Silas, you shouldn’t have abandoned April like that. She’s a girl, she’s going to be heartbroken.” Silas’s gaze landed on me. It was dark, unreadable, like he had a million things to say but couldn’t. Right at that moment, a loud, cheerful “Victory!” blared from my phone. I frantically muted it and smiled at the two of them. “Sorry! My bad. Don’t mind me. Please, continue.” The chat lost it. “April is a legend.” “Redefining ‘Heartbroken’.” “April is carrying the comedy for this entire episode.” “What do I do? I suddenly feel like the vibe between Chloe and Silas is super awkward when they’re in the same frame. And they’re in the same frame A LOT! It feels forced.” “Sister above me, they’re in the same frame a lot because they like each other! Look at April and Silas—they’re always a mile apart. Of course they’re never in the same shot.” That night, out of the five male cast members, Chloe received four anonymous “heartbeat letters.” She had pre-applied waterproof makeup and cried uncontrollably in front of the camera. She said she was so grateful for their affection and deeply moved. But, she claimed, her heart already belonged to a bright moon, and there was no room for anyone else. The chat spammed: “Vance-Thorne is so sweet!” “Chloe is so poetic!” “Don’t cry, baby, you deserve the world!” Everyone was guessing which of the four letters was from Silas. The camera cut to me. I shuffled out in my slippers. I had only received one letter, and the producers had hidden it. When I asked why, they explained it was probably sent by mistake and didn’t count. Honestly, I understood. The producers needed drama. They were using me as a contrast to Chloe to manufacture conflict and views. Because I received zero letters, ranking dead last, I had to accept a punishment. Not only did I have to move into the worst room, but I also lost the right to choose a male guest for the next activity. Surprisingly, the hate comments died down a bit. A lot of people were actually leaving positive comments, trying to comfort me. Joke’s on them, I wasn’t sad at all. This wasn’t a punishment; it was a reward. Filming is exhausting. God knows how badly I just wanted to pass out in my room. The next day, everyone else picked their dates. Some were being sickeningly sweet, some were baking, some were having deep life chats, and some were stirring up drama. I slept until 9 AM, then sat in the corner farthest from Silas, playing mobile games. It was pure bliss. A little while later, Silas walked over to get water. His tall frame blocked my light. I silently got up and moved to the other side of the room. Soon after, Silas walked over to where I was sitting now to grab a peach. I thought he’d just grab it and leave. Instead, he stood there staring at the peach like it was a museum artifact, not moving an inch. I couldn’t take it anymore and stood up again. When I looked up, I accidentally locked eyes with him. His raven-black eyelashes fluttered slightly. His dark pupils were like bottomless pits. His thin lips were pressed together. Just looking at him made me feel a little flushed. After all these years, Silas was still ridiculously gorgeous. I turned to leave, but a flash of panic crossed his eyes, and he almost instinctively stepped in front of me to block my path. I stared at him calmly, showing no emotion, while my brain was a chaotic mess of question marks. What… does he want? Silas looked down, his voice cool but tinged with an undeniable sweetness: “Want a peach?” The chat exploded. “What the hell does ‘Want a peach’ mean?!” “Why does the usually aloof and arrogant Silas turn into a literal puppy the second he’s near April! I don’t understand, but I am shook.” “Hahahaha, April’s face: Back! Back! Back away!” “These two have the least amount of screentime together, and they’re avoiding each other the hardest, but they’re the ones making my heart flutter! This is insane.” I flat-out refused. “No.” The moment I said it, I remembered this was a livestream. Silas was an A-lister. Rejecting him like that felt like I wasn’t giving him enough face. So I changed my tune. “Give it to me.” The corners of Silas’s mouth twitched upward. “I’ll go wash it for you.” Me: “…” Bro, do you remember I’m supposed to be the background character? The chat peaked. “Holy shit, is this the first time Silas has smiled on this show?! And it’s directed at April?” “Before April paid attention to him, Silas (Aloof mode): I don’t smile. I was born not to smile. After April acknowledged him, Silas: Hehehehehe.” I furrowed my brows. When I took the washed peach from Silas, my hand accidentally brushed against his. His skin was cool, but the brief contact felt like a spark of fire. We both pulled our hands back almost simultaneously. Silas slowly curled his long fingers inward. The tips of his fingers were flushed pink. I coughed twice, grabbed the peach, and walked away without looking back. In less than two minutes of screen time, the chat was a blur of text. “Ahhhh! The way he looks at her! I’m dead.” “I’ve already mentally outlined a 100,000-word angst-filled romance. The whole world thinks we have nothing to do with each other, that we even hate each other. But only I know how badly I crave you in the dead of night. My desire, my obsession, my… (the rest can’t be broadcast).” “Keep going! Write more for your premium subscribers! Don’t leave out any details, movements, expressions, or sounds!” “Damn, they are intoxicating. Just brushing hands makes me want to scream. Is anyone else shipping this? Because if no one else is, I’m going in.” 6 “Hey, wake up! Chloe is right there! Stop shipping them blindly and ruining the Vance-Thorne romance. You ‘fans’ are making the comment section toxic.” “Oh, look who thinks they have a superiority complex over shipping. Newsflash: Chloe and Silas have the most screen time, but has he ever actually looked at her?” “Anyone with eyes can see the show only pushes Vance-Thorne. Why are you guys forcing it? Does April even deserve him?” “Are we really force-feeding couples now? The show’s manufactured romance is so fake it gives me a stomachache. I refuse to eat it. I’m a contrarian ostrich, and I love the Anti-Showmance duo! Stay mad! Stay mad!” “Anti-Showmance? LMAO. That perfectly fits April’s vibe.” After eating Silas’s peach, I lost three games in a row. It was definitely because my teammates sucked. It had absolutely nothing to do with me being flustered. Yep. Definitely. Over the next few weeks, Chloe suddenly became overly friendly with me. When I woke up in the morning, she’d greet me: “Our little sleepyhead April is finally awake!” It’s fine. Even if you didn’t point it out, the internet already knew I was lazy. While I was gaming, Chloe was doing yoga next door, smiling at the camera: “We girls need to cultivate elegant hobbies. I’ve been reading a lot of classic literature lately. I’ll share some with you guys when I have time.” Yeah, I saw it. The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride. I wonder if she ever managed to run away. One time, everyone was gathered around discussing Silas’s movies. When his film premiered, he sent exclusive merch to a lot of people in the industry. Chloe suddenly asked me, “April, which character’s merch did you receive?” Silas and I were notoriously unconnected in the industry; our teams never interacted. I replied flatly, “I didn’t get any.” Chloe looked pitiful. “I’m so sorry, April. I shouldn’t have asked. I wasn’t trying to open an old wound.” I nodded dismissively. “Okay. I forgive you.” Chloe froze. The chat was a wall of “HAHAHAHAHA.” “Guys, I can’t. I’m going to have a six-pack from laughing so hard.” Silas walked past Chloe and stopped beside me, lowering his voice. “I sent you a ton back then, but you rejected all of them. I thought you didn’t like them. Which one do you want? I’ll have them ship it now.” I looked away. “No thanks. I have no space for it.” In a corner off-camera, Chloe glared daggers at me and stormed off. I don’t know what got into her, but she kept making passive-aggressive remarks and treating me like her imaginary rival, which ended up forcing my screentime way up. I wonder if the producers will give me a bonus for this. Probably feeling that things had been too peaceful, the producers decided to stir the pot again. They announced a “Pajama Beach Party.” Everyone was supposed to gather, prepare their own dinner ingredients, and play games designed by the show. The losers would have to draw random cards provided by the producers and complete the punishments listed on them. The contents of the cards were a mystery. The stakes were a mystery. The teaser for the pajama party trended immediately, drawing in a ton of casual viewers. Netizens grabbed their popcorn and waited for the drama. That night, everyone coincidentally chose outfits that perfectly showed off their figures. Men and women gathered together, the waves crashing in the background, voices buzzing, skin flashing everywhere—it was a testosterone-fueled scene. The producers had set up a temporary outdoor kitchen. I was hiding in it, wearing a standard, shapeless blue cotton pajama set, grilling meat. Chat: “Trying to find April on camera is actually difficult. If anyone ever says she’s an attention hog again, I will fight them.” “I’m slowly getting used to April’s bizarre fashion choices. It’s giving ‘I know I’m pretty, so I do what I want’.” “Well, look who it is! That’s the woman who falls asleep listening to heavy metal.” 7 Just as the meat finished grilling, the rapper kid sidled up to me. “Smells amazing. Can I have some?” I replied politely, “Sure, I can’t finish it all by myself.” He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of floral swim trunks, with a slightly roguish look in his eyes. In the recent voting rounds for “Heartbeat Guests,” he had received the fewest votes, and his screentime had plummeted. He was probably trying to team up with me, a fellow bottom-tier contestant, to create some buzz. Unfortunately for him, he picked the wrong person. I was praying for less screentime. After eating the meat, he leaned in closer, gave me a wink, and forced out a raspy, “vocal fry” voice: “To repay you, let me peel an apple for you, April.” Me: “…” Kid, you’re trying way too hard. I was just about to decline when Silas navigated through the crowd and walked over. The rapper quickly tried to suck up to him. “Hey, Silas. Looking for Chloe? She’s not over here.” Silas completely ignored him, carefully sat down next to me, and said flatly, “I want an apple. I’ll peel it.” The chat went feral. “The Best Actor is being so pouty! I’m laughing so loud!” “Silas looks like a giant dog competing for affection. What do I do? I think I’m shifting from a fan to a protective mom.” “Things are getting spicy! The pressure is on April.” Why wasn’t Silas performing for the cameras properly? What was he doing causing trouble over here? Could he really have held a grudge from high school all the way until now? No way, right? A revered Best Actor couldn’t be that petty. I frowned at the rapper. “He doesn’t know how. You do it.” Silas didn’t say a word. He just grabbed an apple and started peeling. The knife glinted. Silas’s cold gaze swept over the rapper’s bare torso, his hand peeling the apple with aggressive force. The rapper looked dumbfounded. He swallowed hard, looked at me, looked at Silas, dropped his apple, made an excuse, and bolted. The chat exploded with laughter: “In just a few seconds, Silas completely fried that kid’s brain.” “Silas: It doesn’t matter. I will intervene.” “TBH, when I first started shipping the Anti-Showmance duo, my expression was exactly the same as that half-naked guy with the cowlick.” “Luke: Do I not deserve to have my name mentioned?” Once Luke (the rapper) left, I wanted to leave too. “Hss—” The knife in Silas’s hand dropped to the table with a dull thud. I pulled back the leg I had just extended. Silas opened his hand. A bead of blood was blooming on his pale, long finger, like a red rose blooming in the snow. I hesitated for a second, but couldn’t resist grabbing a Band-Aid. I was just being a good Samaritan. I didn’t feel bad for him at all. Yep, definitely not. Silas obediently held his hand out to me, his brow slightly furrowed, the corners of his eyes tinged red. He looked incredibly pitiful. The chat: “And now, please enjoy the blockbuster film starring Best Actor Silas Thorne: So What If I’m Manipulative? Also known as Look How Desperate I Am.” “Silas’s inner monologue: April, look at me. I’m hurt. Comfort me. If you wait any longer, the wound will heal itself.” “Silas, do you remember that you’re the tough guy who broke two ribs during filming and didn’t even make a sound?” “I’m poisoned! I can actually see a hint of fondness in April’s disgusted actions.” After I applied the Band-Aid, the game over there was about to start. They were reading the rules. I got up and walked over. Silas followed silently behind me.

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While waiting in line at the hospital for my follow-up appointment, the massive TV screen in the lobby was broadcasting the live feed of an international film festival. During the acceptance speech, he didn’t say a single word. Instead, in front of the entire world, he made a phone call. And then, my phone rang… 1 I clutched my appointment slip, shivering slightly under the blast of the air conditioning. My lower abdomen still ached with a dull throb. It had been three months since I was discharged, and I was back for a check-up. But I didn’t expect to see him everywhere I went. I stared blankly at the large screen. It was broadcasting a prestigious film festival in Europe, and the camera was zoomed in on the young American filmmaker holding the gold trophy. His features were so familiar, yet so foreign. Elias Thorne. The visionary director. He had reached the peak of the industry the moment he debuted. Over the last two years, his masterpiece Spring Awakening had swept every domestic award, and now, he had just taken home Best Director on the international stage. It had been years since someone so young had stood on that stage. Even the hospital’s waiting room TV had been switched to the live broadcast ten minutes ago. The whole country was watching, bursting with pride. Elias was exactly how I remembered him—radiant, blinding, and utterly mesmerizing. “Our movies are finally taking the world by storm! I’m so proud I could die. I don’t even feel my sickness anymore,” a patient nearby whispered. “It’s unfair enough that Elias is a genius, but does he also have to look better than Hollywood’s top leading men?” “Shh, be quiet. He’s about to give his speech.” The people around me were practically vibrating with excitement, holding their breath to hear his acceptance speech. I tilted my head back, looking at the screen. Under the spotlight, Elias didn’t say a word. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and pressed it to his ear. I could hardly believe it. In front of the whole world, he was making a phone call. During his acceptance speech. And then, the phone resting on my lap began to ring. An unknown international number flashed beautifully across the screen. A ridiculous, absurd thought rose in my chest. The people around me turned to look, their expressions a mix of disbelief and weirdness. They muttered, “What a coincidence,” and turned back to the screen. It really was a coincidence. A coincidence so perfect I almost deluded myself into thinking Elias was actually calling me. I picked up my phone, my fingertips trembling. Suddenly, the kid in the seat next to me swung his arm, and smack—my phone went flying across the floor. The ringing had already annoyed a few people, who shot me irritated glares. I bit my lip and hurriedly bent down to pick it up. Just as my fingers brushed the screen, the kid suddenly yanked on my beanie. A cold draft hit my scalp. The ringing stopped at that exact moment. The screen lit up with a missed call. The kid spoke with the cruel innocence only children possess: “Lady, why don’t you have any hair? You look scary.” The polished hospital floor reflected my pale, bald scalp. Yes, I didn’t have any hair. Yes, I looked scary. I looked up again. On the big screen, the young man had already finished his silent “speech,” his expression slightly cold. Starlight, glamour, the center of the world. That was Elias’s life. The intercom finally called my name. “Number eighty-six, April Hayes. Clinic Room Three.” I answered. This was my life. 2 The check-up results were decent, which was the only good news I’d had lately. I lay on my couch, scrolling through social media. Ever since Elias won the award, every platform had been flooded with his name for half a month straight. Reporters ambushed him at the airport, throwing questions at him that he refused to answer. “Director Thorne, who exactly was that highly-anticipated phone call for?” Escorted by bodyguards in black, he finally turned his head and answered the only question he would entertain. He was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn’t see his eyes, but the smile on his lips was dripping with sarcasm. Elias said, “The person I hate the most.” Calling the person you hate the most during your acceptance speech. Anyone could tell there was some serious baggage there. Soon enough, Hollywood insiders started leaking rumors. The person Elias loved and hated so deeply was supposedly the rising B-list starlet, Vivian Vance. The two had known each other since college, and their dramatic history could fill an eighty-episode soap opera. I opened my call log and stared at that missed international call. The day I walked out of the clinic, I tried calling that number back. Over and over again. No one ever answered. It was probably just a spam call. Whatever. 3 “Vivian Vance really hit the jackpot. Tying her name to Elias Thorne? She’s going to have so many scripts thrown at her she won’t be able to carry them.” Maggie, my manager, indignantly yanked the curtains open, letting the sunlight spill right into my eyes. Another trending topic had just hit Twitter: #VivianVanceAprilHayes. Clicking on it revealed a sea of pure hatred directed at me. Vivian had climbed the ladder by stepping on my neck. She debuted in college doing teen dramas, but somehow, her career stalled, and she stumbled her way into becoming a rom-com sidekick. Meanwhile, I used to be “America’s Sweetheart.” The kind of actress people couldn’t help but smile at when they saw my picture. That was until I saved a drugged Vivian at a Hollywood industry mixer. The security footage was leaked and selectively edited to make it look like I was the one offering up a junior actress to a powerful studio executive. People used to call me the Girl Next Door. After that incident, they called me the Hollywood Fixer. Throughout the entire scandal, Vivian didn’t say a single word. Not one word to clear my name. Instead, she played the role of the perfect victim. She booked several major roles out of the sympathy wave and skyrocketed from a nobody to a household name. Right around that time, I was diagnosed with cancer. I quietly stepped away from the industry, only to have people send funeral wreaths to my front door telling me to die. Maggie, my manager, was heartbroken for me. She cursed the netizens for being vile, but I just laughed and joked, “It’s fine, the wreaths will save us money on my funeral.” I genuinely thought I was going to die back then. I never expected to somehow survive until today. My hair fell out, my body wasted away, and I completely forgot how to smile genuinely. But I was still alive. With Vivian’s popularity surging again, her PR team dragged my name out to beat a dead horse. “Does April Hayes think hiding from the industry makes it okay? Come out and apologize!” “April the Fixer bullied our innocent girl. Disgusting.” “Is April Hayes even still alive?” That was the rhetoric in her fan groups. The hashtag with my name was climbing the charts when suddenly, a bright red “BREAKING” tag parachuted into the number one spot: #EliasThorneRealityShow. 4 The Real You was a highly anticipated reality show that had been in the works since last year. It was trending because rumors said Elias Thorne was joining the cast. Elias was notoriously private. Even though his popularity had peaked over the last two days, the press still couldn’t dig up any new information on him. Rumor had it that not only was he joining the show, but he would also be choosing the lead for his next film from among the cast members. Suddenly, getting a spot on that show became a bloodbath. Maggie looked at the rumor mill and sighed wistfully. “If you could just get on this show, I bet you could clear your name and make a comeback.” We both laughed. I was trying to make a comeback now, but I couldn’t even book a commercial, let alone a spot on a premium reality show. Pennies don’t just fall from heaven. And capitalists don’t run charities. 5 But this time, a penny really did fall from heaven. Standing in front of the Malibu beach house where The Real You was filming, I still couldn’t quite believe it. I was wearing a high-quality wig and a full face of makeup. I just looked like a much thinner version of my old self. Before I left, Maggie told me this was my chance to turn things around. Honestly, whether I cleared my name or not wasn’t that important to me. I just wanted to live for one more day, and bring the audience a little joy for one more day. Facing the familiar camera lenses, I pulled out my signature “America’s Sweetheart” smile. Suddenly, the cameraman pivoted, pointing the lens right behind me. I turned around, and the smile froze on my face. Elias and Vivian were walking up together, the ocean breeze catching their clothes. Elias had fully grown into his features—he looked absolutely striking. “Eli…” I managed to get the first syllable out before my throat closed up. He and Vivian brushed right past me. He didn’t spare me a single glance. I kept my head down, staring at my shoes, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief. I was glad he was still shining, still mesmerizing. It made my own gray, fading existence feel a little less pathetic. “You.” Vivian suddenly turned around, pointing at the suitcase behind her, addressing me. “Carry this to my room.” I looked around. Vivian curled her lips into a smirk, pointing straight at me. “Yes, you. April Hayes.” It was incredibly jarring. She had been playing the innocent, sweet girl-next-door for two years, but in front of me, she dropped the act completely. “Vivian, we’re livestreaming,” I said quietly. The color drained from her face. She instantly switched back to her usual sweet smile, her lips turning pale as she frantically tried to think of a way to salvage the situation. I took my time and added, “Just kidding.” The emotional rollercoaster was too much for her. Realizing she’d been played, she choked on her anger. She looked back and saw that Elias hadn’t waited for her at all and was already far ahead. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed her own suitcase and chased after him. The producers had obviously invited me because the bad blood between Vivian and me was guaranteed drama and ratings. Hitting back at her like that was exactly what they wanted. 6 After unpacking in my assigned room, I walked out and bumped right into Elias. His room was directly across from mine. He must have just showered; his bangs were slightly damp. They say fame nourishes a person, and Elias looked more aristocratic than ever. Only the cold distance radiating from him matched the brooding, eccentric boy I once knew. When I tried to call his name earlier, it was pure muscle memory. Now, my rationality had returned. I remembered that he probably didn’t want to talk to me, so I lowered my eyes and waited for him to pass. Instead, a mocking voice floated down from above me. “Did your billionaire boyfriend stop feeding you?” I looked up. Elias’s eyes were cold, his gaze landing on my protruding collarbones. I instinctively pulled my sleeves down to cover my frail wrists and said softly, “I’m on a diet.” He scoffed. “Working hard to marry into money, huh. Dedication.” It was humiliating and incredibly blunt. I opened my mouth to speak. But Elias had already walked downstairs. 7 The Real You had cast some serious heavy hitters. During introductions, everyone rattled off a massive list of blockbuster credits. I had a few hits under my belt too—luckily, the comedies I filmed back in the day had been massive box office successes. But when I finished my introduction, unlike with the others, no one chimed in. The room went dead silent. I was the outlier on this show. Everyone else was either a powerhouse actor or someone with massive backing like Vivian. And then there was me: out of the industry for two years, carrying the weight of a massive, career-ending scandal. No one knew how to handle me, so these industry veterans simply chose silence. A crisp voice broke the tension. Vivian looked at me and said, “Those movies are from years ago. April, what exactly have you been doing for the last two years?” It sounded like genuine curiosity, but her fans had spent two years harassing me, demanding to know why I couldn’t even write an apology letter. Rumors claimed I had vanished to marry a billionaire. A viral Reddit thread had “analyzed” the evidence so convincingly that even I almost believed it. Elias, who hated socializing and had kept his eyes lowered the whole time, suddenly looked up at me. The words I was about to say died in my throat. “I went to experience life and hone my acting skills,” I said, resting my chin on my hand and smiling carelessly. “If someone gives me the role of a dying patient right now, I bet I could go to the Oscars with Director Thorne next time.” It was shameless and arrogant. The room erupted into laughter, easing the awkward tension. Even the tight lines around Elias’s eyes relaxed for a fraction of a second. But only for a fraction of a second. The producers announced a new activity: going out to explore the local town to break the ice. The area had some beautiful scenery. But there was a catch: someone had to stay at the beach house to cook dinner. Compared to going out and exploring, cooking was not only boring but also highly likely to be cut from the final edit. It was a thankless job. The cast members all made excuses about not knowing how to cook, dodging the bullet like the plague. “April knows how.” I looked up in bewilderment, meeting Elias’s dark, heavy eyes. I really didn’t realize he hated me this much—he wouldn’t even give me a chance to get screen time. I actually did know how to cook, and I was pretty good at it. Back in the day, if I made a bowl of noodles, Elias would drink every last drop of the broth. But I couldn’t do it now. My sense of taste was practically gone from the chemo. “I don’t know how—” I instinctively started to refuse, but then I noticed the looks from the other cast members. I swallowed the words, put on a bright smile, and said, “Even if I don’t, I have to learn now. If Director Thorne asks, I must deliver.” A mocking smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Elias was at the top of the world now; his word was law. Even if I really didn’t know how, I’d have to learn on the spot. My mouth tasted bitter. Only now, faced with this reality, did I feel a tiny pang of regret. If only I had never met Elias Thorne. 8 To my surprise, someone volunteered to stay behind and help me. It was Lily, a former child star who had grown into a talented actress, clearly here to vie for the lead in Elias’s new movie. “Don’t take it to heart. He’s just letting Vivian blow off some steam. Director Thorne won’t make things too hard for you,” Lily whispered to me, turning her back to the cameras while washing vegetables. I nodded. Everyone knew Elias and I had no history together (or so they thought). For him to target me out of nowhere, it could only be to avenge Vivian. I stir-fried some greens and asked Lily to taste it. Her face contorted into an expression of pure agony. “April… you really don’t know how to cook, do you?” I gave an awkward laugh and handed the spatula over. I settled for being her sous-chef, washing veggies and carrying plates. Just as dinner was almost ready, a loud, cheerful commotion echoed from the living room. It sounded like they had a great time outside. I poked my head out, ready to call everyone to dinner, only to lock eyes with a pair of incredibly happy ones. Vivian was tugging on Elias’s sleeve, laughing radiantly. The sight burned me. I immediately spun around. Lily looked at me in confusion. I shook my head, signaling I was fine, and silently carried the plates to the dining table. The cast sat down. The food was delicious, and everyone showered Lily with praise. Everyone except Elias. He took one bite, lowered his eyes, and a cold aura settled over him. The moment I saw that look on His Majesty’s face, I had a bad feeling. Sure enough. Elias wiped his mouth with a napkin, his narrow eyes freezing cold. “April Hayes, did you make this?” My face flushed crimson. He was being stubborn, relentless, and deliberately humiliating me. When Elias acted like this, it was just… exhausting. 9 After that incident at the dinner table, everyone got the message loud and clear. In Elias’s eyes, I was blacklisted. The entertainment industry is full of opportunists, and very quickly, I found myself completely isolated. Even Lily, who had kindly lent a hand, was put in an awkward position. I didn’t want to drag her down, so I voluntarily distanced myself from her. That night, after taking a shower, I took off my wig. Fine, dark fuzz had started to grow on my scalp, like new grass in spring. Give it a few more months, and maybe I wouldn’t even need the wig anymore. There were port marks on my collarbone from the treatments, and a surgical scar slashing across my stomach. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was painfully thin, but my eyes were bright. I pulled at my cheeks and forced a smile. “Hey, April.” “Leave them with something better to remember you by.” I took my medication, but I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I threw on a jacket and went out to the hallway balcony to get some air. The distant ocean shimmered under the moonlight, and the breeze carried the sharp scent of saltwater. My tense nerves finally relaxed. I was just about to head back to my room when I heard voices behind me. “Elias, it’s been so many years. Why can’t you let it go? What did I do wrong?” Vivian was crying. My hand tightened on the railing. I instantly knew who she was begging so pitifully. Eavesdropping was wrong, and I was here first, but I was hidden behind a sheer white curtain, so they hadn’t seen me. If I walked out now, I’d bump right into them, which would be impossible to explain. The person on the other side was silent for a long time before replying with two words: “I’m sorry.” I had no idea what Vivian had done to trigger this dramatic saga of love and hate, but it wasn’t my business anyway. Once I heard the sound of retreating footsteps, I waited a little longer. When everything was quiet, I tiptoed out, ready to leave. I turned around and walked right into Elias’s gaze. He was leaning against the wall, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, the cherry glowing like a tiny spark in the dark. He was looking right at me. He had known I was there the whole time. But the first words that blurted out of my mouth were, “You’re smoking?” He used to hate people who smoked and drank. “People change.” He smirked, though I couldn’t tell who he was mocking. 10 People change. But from the very first time I saw Elias, I believed he would always be pure and uncorrupted. It was an inexplicable, aching intuition. Elias transferred to our high school in sophomore year. The moment he walked through the gates, the news spread like wildfire: a ridiculously gorgeous guy had arrived. Back then, I loved to laugh and got along with everyone. I was perpetually cheerful, and bad luck never seemed to touch me. The teacher randomly pointed a finger and entrusted the new student to my care. “April.” I looked up, crashing right into the new kid’s pitch-black eyes. Monolids, looking tired and lazy. “This is your new desk partner. Take good care of him.” I jumped out of my seat with excitement. The teacher had mentioned Elias was a bit “withdrawn.” Later, I realized the teacher was being extremely generous with her words. It was way more than “a bit.” With a face like that—lean, striking, with pale skin—I figured there was no way people would isolate him. I thought his life would be surrounded by friends and noise. I was wrong. It wasn’t that people isolated Elias; it was that he isolated himself from the rest of the world. But in every world, there’s always someone who takes an inch of sunshine and runs a mile with it. Like me. Back then, Elias was covered in thorns; anyone who got close bled. But I had thick skin. He gave me the cold shoulder for an entire year, but he just couldn’t freeze me out. He probably never expected to meet someone like April Hayes, someone who completely ignored social cues. I didn’t want anything from him, really. I just wanted him to be a little happier. I treated everyone around me like that. I wanted everyone to be happy every day. But Elias… was special. I was too young to understand where that “specialness” came from. Until one day, some classmates made a bet on how many eyelashes Elias had. While he was napping at his desk, I leaned in to count them. They were long and thick, framing the elegant slope of his nose. One, two, three. Four, five, six. I counted slowly, kept losing track, and had to start over. The sleeping Elias suddenly raised a hand and covered my eyes. “Stop counting. Go to sleep.” His voice was husky, his palm burning hot against my skin. Thump, thump, thump. Four, five, six. It took me a delayed moment to realize that was the sound of my own violently pounding heart. From then on, there was no going back.

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I transmigrated into a redemption novel as the mafia heiress. The male lead was the adopted son I had bullied in every possible way. The illegitimate daughter—the original female lead—stood before me, aggressive and self-righteous: “You bitch, I won’t let you hurt him again!” But in the very next second, she was violently grabbed by the throat by the usually silent, brooding male lead. My eyes curved into a smile, though my expression remained perfectly innocent. “Don’t provoke me. When he goes crazy, he might actually kill you.” 01 The timing of my transmigration into this book was impeccable. The male lead had just been assigned by my father to be “my” bodyguard. Though he agreed in silence, having read the whole book, I knew he was far from submissive. He believed only in the strong. And he despised “me,” a fragile, spoiled mob princess. Moreover, “my” original personality was arrogant and cruel. I took pleasure in tormenting him, making him loathe “me” to the core. But out of a sense of duty to repay his debt to my family, he swallowed all the bitterness, his personality growing increasingly dark and withdrawn. And that was exactly what gave the illegitimate daughter, the female lead, the chance to “redeem” him. Earning his absolute, undivided loyalty in return. But now that I was here, I naturally wouldn’t let her succeed. I went straight to my father and proposed a sparring match between the male lead and me. Whoever landed the first solid hit won, and the winner would be the boss. In the sparring ring, I stared blankly at the handsome boy across from me, speaking loudly: “Show me everything you’ve got. I won’t hold back.” The boy narrowed his eyes slightly and silently dropped into an offensive stance. “Begin!” At the command, the match started. At first, his attitude was dismissive, but as my attacks grew relentless, he had to take it seriously. Eventually, I found an opening and landed a solid punch squarely on his left cheek. He let out a muffled groan, stumbling back a few steps and crashing into the ropes. He stared at me in shock. “You—” I raised an eyebrow, my tone freezing cold: “Declan, you lose.” 02 From then on, I became Declan’s undisputed boss. He challenged me frequently after that, even encouraging other guys in the syndicate to spar with me, but they all ended in failure. After all, in my past life, I was a top-tier martial artist. This result wasn’t a surprise to me. But when Declan got accidentally injured during one of our bouts, he couldn’t help but ask: “Why do you push yourself so hard every time…?” I glanced at him, my expression dead serious. “I know you’ve always looked down on me. Actually, it’s not just you. A lot of people think I’m just a spoiled heiress who only knows how to spend money. I went all out today not just for you, but to prove to everyone that my father’s daughter is not useless.” His expression shifted, a flash of guilt crossing his face. After a moment of silence, he spoke with genuine sincerity: “I’m sorry. I misjudged you before.” I waved it off. “I don’t need your apology. I need your loyalty.” Declan froze. I locked eyes with him, enunciating every word: “Declan, I want you to swear that you will never betray me.” The moment the words left my mouth, Declan didn’t hesitate. He dropped to one knee at my feet, his expression devout: “I, Declan, swear that in this life, I will never betray my Lady, Harper Vance.” Looking at him, the smile on my lips deepened. Declan was a man of his word. Once he made a promise, he would never go back on it. How many steps does it take to conquer a man? First, become a tiger, then become a cat. I subdued him with force first, then moved him with my attitude. Father this, father that—I didn’t care about any of that. I was just really curious. Now that I had taken the upper hand, what was the female lead going to do? 03 In the blink of an eye, five years passed. I was a junior in college today, but I had already taken over parts of my father’s legitimate businesses and moved into an apartment closer to campus. But today, I received a sudden phone call from my father summoning me back home. Sitting in the car heading back to the estate, I curled the corner of my mouth: “Declan, I think something interesting is going to happen today.” Declan’s deep eyes landed on my face, his voice low: “I will keep you safe, Miss.” I raised an eyebrow, a smile as sweet as honey on my face. Male lead, your female lead is about to make her entrance today. I wanted to see if the plot could still force its way back on track. If it couldn’t, I’d just have to kill you. After all, even though my identity was technically stolen, I had worked hard for my achievements these past years. I wasn’t about to hand them over to anyone. Walking into the mansion, I immediately spotted the girl sitting next to my father. She was wearing a pink dress, her eyes watery, clinging to my father’s arm looking timid and helpless. My father held her hand gently, but the look he gave me carried a warning. He said coldly, “Harper, this is your sister, Mia. From now on, she is the second daughter of this house. You need to take good care of her.” Mia. Like a delicate jewel. It seemed my father truly doted on her. I smiled faintly, walked right up to Mia, raised my hand, and slapped her hard across the face. Everyone in the room paled. My father immediately shielded Mia, roaring in fury, “Harper Vance, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Mia covered her face, tears sliding down her cheeks like a tragic heroine, making anyone want to pity her. It truly was pathetic. If I hadn’t known the wild ambition hidden inside this woman, I might have been fooled too. I raised my eyes, staring back at my father fearlessly, my voice cold: “Father, it’s one thing to hide a bastard child away, but bringing her into our home? Are you trying to humiliate me?” My father was enraged, slamming his hand on the table. “Harper, are you trying to start a war?! How dare you speak to me like that!” Declan instantly stepped in front of me. Seeing this, my father’s face turned completely livid. I smiled and waved my hand, and only then did Declan carefully step back behind me. I continued, “Besides, if you brought the kid back, how could you just leave the mother out on the streets?” As I spoke, I slowly approached Uncle Arthur, a founding member of the syndicate and my father’s right-hand man. I tossed a stack of photos right into a woman’s face nearby and flashed a brilliant smile. “Aunt Evelyn, you’ve been having an affair with my father for all these years, and the kid is already this old. Tell me, did Uncle Arthur know about this?” 04 The photos scattered across the floor, showing a man and a woman in various intimate positions, leaving everyone dumbfounded. Aunt Evelyn’s face went deathly pale. She stumbled backward, lost her footing, and fell to the floor. In the very next second, Uncle Arthur grabbed her by the hair and slapped her three times across the face. Her face immediately swelled up, but she was still trying to defend herself: “These are fake! It’s not real!” But seeing her get hit, Mia panicked and instinctively screamed, “Mom!” The final nail in the coffin. I burst out laughing, reckless and loud. “Oh my, your daughter just admitted it.” Seeing that the situation was unsalvageable, my father tried to step in to stop the chaos. But Uncle Arthur, consumed by rage, started brawling with my father. The entire grand hall descended into absolute chaos. I watched the scene coldly, but a smile touched my lips. “Declan, it’s time for us to go.” Declan nodded. But just as we reached the door, we were blocked. Mia glared at me, her eyes practically shooting fire. “You crazy bitch, you orchestrated all of this!” Then, she looked at Declan, her eyes shining, a slight blush on her cheeks. “Declan, she’s a terrible woman! I’m here to save you!” But the moment the words left her mouth, Declan grabbed her by the throat and lifted her into the air. She looked shocked, her face draining of color. She stared wide-eyed in terror, completely unable to comprehend what was happening. I looked straight into her eyes, my smile innocent and naive, but my gaze as cold as an ice pick: “Be a good girl and don’t provoke me. When he goes crazy, he might actually kill you.” I never thought Mia would be stupid enough to try and turn him against me right to my face. Did she really think Declan would just leave with her? Besides, I hadn’t abused Declan once in all these years. What was there to “save” him from? Unless she was still operating on the plot of the original timeline. At that thought, a glint of malice flashed in my eyes. This game just got a lot more interesting. 05 In the end, the incident was swept under the rug. I don’t know what my father promised Uncle Arthur, but Arthur actually swallowed the humiliation of being cuckolded. My father even threw a lavish banquet to officially announce Mia’s identity. As for Evelyn, my father obviously wasn’t stupid enough to marry her. He might have liked her, but he loved his reputation more. He wouldn’t let everyone know he was the kind of scum who slept with his subordinate’s wife for years. Furthermore, since Uncle Arthur forgave my father out of self-interest, he could only take all his anger out on Evelyn. Declan handed me a few photos, speaking softly: “The Boss sent her abroad.” In the photos, Evelyn was tearfully saying goodbye to my father. She was bundled up heavily, but you could still see horrifying bruises on her skin. She even needed someone to support her just to walk. “Looks like Uncle Arthur didn’t hold back.” I gently swirled the red wine in my glass, saying nonchalantly, “Those in power tolerate things for profit. Those at the bottom act without consequence.” Tsk, the inherent flaws of men. I took a sip of wine and asked, “Her daughter is now an official Vance, which makes her a legitimate heir. She plotted for years for this exact outcome. Why would she leave so easily? What did my father promise her?” Declan pulled out a tissue and gently wiped a drop of wine from the corner of my mouth before replying, “The Boss promised her he’d bring her back in a few years. But privately, he gave orders that she is never allowed to return.” After making sure I was clean, he didn’t throw the tissue away; instead, he slipped it into his pocket. I looked up at him, but he met my gaze with total composure, looking as innocent as if he hadn’t done anything weird at all. Of course, it would have been more convincing if the tips of his ears weren’t burning red. I smiled faintly. Just then, a soft voice came from behind. “Sister, Declan, what are you two talking about? You look so happy.” I turned to see my father and Mia, dressed in an elaborate evening gown. Her eyes landed on Declan, a blush of awe spreading across her cheeks. Having someone covet what was mine displeased me, but outwardly I smiled and said, “We were just talking about Aunt Evelyn.” Seeing her face stiffen, my gaze bounced between her and my father. My voice carried a hint of mock regret: “Sister, did you know Aunt Evelyn was sent away? And she’s never coming back.” Mia forced a smile, her expression remaining submissive. “That was Father’s decision. I wouldn’t know.” I raised an eyebrow and exchanged a look with Declan. It seemed Mia did know about my father’s order banning Evelyn from returning. The bond between mother and daughter was apparently quite shallow. Mia’s gaze returned to Declan. She said pitifully, “Father, I just got home, and I’m so scared. I’d only feel safe if I had someone as strong as Declan to protect me.” The smile instantly vanished from my face, my expression darkening. 06 My father clearly doted on her, and he probably wanted to dilute my power anyway, so he readily commanded, “Then from now on, Declan will protect you.” Mia was ecstatic. “Really? That’s wonderful—” Saying that, she stepped forward, reaching out to grab Declan’s arm. I caught her wrist, my voice ice-cold: “I don’t agree.” My father froze. “What?” I stared coldly at my father, my voice even colder: “Declan is my man.” My father’s face darkened, his brows furrowing as he barked angrily, “Harper! Declan hasn’t been your personal guard for years. You don’t need him to protect you anymore! Your sister is new here. As her older sister, shouldn’t you be a little more accommodating?” “On this matter, there is no negotiation.” I refused to yield an inch. I spent years training him; I wasn’t about to hand him over to someone else. Besides, after working together for years, Declan was like my right arm. Losing him wouldn’t kill me, but it would hurt, and I didn’t like that. Especially giving him to Mia. Even setting that aside, if I handed Declan over to her now, the outside world would think I was weak and easy to bully. Then everyone would think they could walk all over me. I had no interest in letting that happen. Seeing my father furious, Mia tearfully supported his arm and said, “Sister, I know you can’t accept me, but Father makes the rules in this house. How can you be so unreasonable! Furthermore,” her gaze fell on Declan, and she continued, “even if you look down on Declan, he’s still a person. He’s not your property. We should respect his wishes.” Look down on Declan? I glanced at Declan, who was completely expressionless, and suddenly laughed. “Alright.” Mia didn’t expect me to concede. She shot me a look, then eagerly walked up to Declan, asking softly, “Declan, are you willing to follow me? I will definitely treat you well and won’t let anyone bully you.” She looked at him with eyes full of expectation, as if she were looking at her lover. Unfortunately, Declan took a resistant step back and said in a deep voice, “I only wish to follow the Young Lady.” Mia hadn’t expected to be rejected by Declan either. Her expression instantly froze on her face. Seeing this, my father glared furiously. “Declan! You dare disobey my orders?! Have you forgotten who saved you?!” But Declan didn’t hesitate, repeating his words clearly, syllable by syllable: “I, Declan, only wish to follow the Young Lady!” My father exploded in rage, smashing his wine glass violently onto the floor. “Declan—!” The glass shattered instantly, shards flying everywhere. Declan’s expression changed, and he quickly pulled me into his arms. I was completely unharmed, but Mia got cut, leaving several red lines across her pale arm. She was angry and in pain, but she didn’t dare lash out. I looked at the scratch on Declan’s cheek, my eyes churning with anger. I pushed Declan away, walked up to my father, and seeing his cold face, I was entirely unmoved. “Don’t push it too far.” My father was so angry his face twisted, his trembling finger pointing at me. “You… are you trying to stage a coup?! This is MY family!” I let out a cold laugh. My father really was getting old. He had completely lost the ability to read the room. From the affair being exposed to throwing this ridiculous banquet, he had already caused a lot of dissatisfaction. Furthermore, compared to an aging, confused boss, the syndicate wanted a sharp, capable leader. Otherwise, why would I be so fearless? I smiled faintly. “How could I? I’m your most dutiful daughter.” Saying that, I glanced up at him and sighed lightly. “Unless, of course, you piss me off.” 07 My father looked around, only to realize that my subordinates were just watching them coldly, with no intention of helping him. His face turned a mix of purple and green. Furious and humiliated, he stomped upstairs. Leaving Mia and the others behind at the banquet. I looked at her with a smile. Her eyes shot daggers of hatred and jealousy, looking like she wanted to eat me alive. Declan stepped forward, blocking her line of sight. Mia’s expression twisted slightly, and she eventually turned and left. In the car ride home, Declan frowned slightly, looking down and saying, “Miss, she’s very strange.” I was resting my head on his lap with my eyes closed. Hearing this, I opened my eyes and looked up. “Oh?” Seeing me open my eyes, Declan’s body stiffened for a second before he casually explained, “She’s very certain that you treat me terribly. And she’s approached me privately many times, telling me to leave you.” I smiled sweetly, not surprised by his sharp intuition. “Maybe she really does know something.” I closed my eyes again, enjoying his massage, thinking to myself: How interesting. It seems Mia really is the female lead from the book I read. So, was she reborn? Or did she transmigrate too? That question was answered very quickly. Mia came to find me herself. She looked at me with absolute certainty, her voice cold: “I know you’re not from this world. Let me tell you, I am the real female lead. Declan belongs to me. No matter what you do, it’s useless. And you’re definitely not my match!” “Your match?” I set down my coffee cup and said nonchalantly, “You’re not even qualified to be my opponent.” Mia’s expression shifted, and she said through gritted teeth, “Harper Vance, don’t get too arrogant! You just got here first and took the advantage. But now that I’m here, I will definitely put everything back on track! Do you really think you can change the ending?!” I looked at her coldly, not saying a word. Seeing how little I cared about her, a look of vicious hatred surfaced in Mia’s eyes. “Just you wait! Everything I’ve lost, I will take back!” I blinked and smiled faintly: “I’ll be waiting.” It seemed Mia had transmigrated too. At first, she probably thought she had the ultimate plot armor and didn’t take me seriously. But now, she was rushing over to threaten me. It seemed she realized the plot had changed, and my power wasn’t something she could easily shake. So what was she going to do? I was really looking forward to it. 08 The year I graduated, I successfully entered the corporation and became the General Manager. But in reality, I had been the one pulling the strings for a long time. The underworld. That hadn’t been sustainable in the US for years. I spent years planning the transition, legitimizing the syndicate’s operations and turning it into a publicly traded company. Now, the corporation was booming. The old gang bosses had transformed into shareholders, making a fortune every year, all legally. They didn’t have to live in constant fear like in the old days. Naturally, they supported me. As for my father, although he was still the CEO, he was a spent force. At the general shareholders’ meeting, they proposed a transfer of power for the fifth time. I looked at my father’s ashen face and smirked. As expected, right after the meeting, he came knocking. With Mia following close behind. He said in a low voice, “Harper, I’m willing to step down from the corporation, but I have one condition.” Without even looking up, I said flatly, “If it’s about making arrangements for Mia, the answer is no.” He glared at me, growling, “Do you have to back her into a corner? She’s your sister!” I stopped writing and looked up. The two of them were huddled together, leaning on each other like a pathetic pair. I smiled brilliantly. “You must be joking, Father. I barely acknowledge you, let alone a bastard child.” “Harper Vance—” My father grew even more furious. I slammed my pen onto the desk, cutting him off. “Father, I’m willing to call you Father because I don’t want to make things ugly and ruin the Vance family’s image. But,” I stared at them coldly, a hint of anger flashing in my eyes, “you should know better than anyone that when you sent hitmen to assassinate me multiple times over the past few years, whatever bond we had died.” Both of their faces changed. Mia looked at me in horror. “How did you know…” I ignored her, staring dead at my father, my voice sharp: “Father, the Vance family is no longer your absolute dictatorship. You can choose to leave with dignity, or you can be forcefully kicked out. I’m only giving you this choice once.” My father looked at me with a mix of shock and rage. I stared back without yielding an inch. After a long moment, his face turned grey, and he silently backed out of the office. Mia quickly chased after him. After they left, Declan’s eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a dangerous, cold light: “I should have killed him! “I should kill them both!” I stood up and gently touched his face. Seeing him blush slightly, my expression softened, completely devoid of the harshness from moments ago. “Death is too easy for them. That’s not what I want.” If people don’t mess with me, I don’t mess with them. Since my father and Mia dared to provoke me repeatedly and tried to have me killed… Then they needed to be prepared to be crushed. 09 After that day, my father didn’t step down from the corporation. And I wasn’t in a hurry. Because something much more interesting was happening. “BREAKING! The Oracle Mia Invests in Shusha Pharmaceuticals! Retail Investors Follow Suit!” “Shusha Pharmaceuticals Stock Skyrockets by Hundreds of Millions in 10 Hours! Experts Warn of Risks, Advise Against Blind Following!” Mia’s name hung high on the Twitter trending page. Over the past six months, Mia had been popping up all over the internet. She frequently placed bets on the stock market, and every single time it was a massive success. The word spread quickly, and she became known as the infallible “Oracle of Wall Street.” She was now the most anticipated stock guru among retail investors. Many financial experts advised against blindly following her, but with little success. I opened the comment sections. As expected, it was full of worship for Mia and insults directed at the experts. “What garbage experts! Last time they said not to follow, and guess what? My friend made tens of millions overnight!” “These trash experts probably secretly bought the stock themselves.” “The Oracle Mia is amazing. 100% win rate. I’d be an idiot to listen to these fake experts.” Many reporters rushed over, fighting to interview Mia. “Ms. Vance, we heard you invested in Shusha Pharmaceuticals this time, and a massive number of investors have followed your lead. Do you have anything to say?” Mia curled her lips, brimming with confidence. “Thank you to the investors for their trust. The outcome this time will definitely make everyone even more satisfied.” Her absolute certainty sparked even more frantic discussion among her rabid fans. I turned off the TV, smiling comfortably. “I like her confidence.” “Shusha Pharmaceuticals does have a lot of room for growth. It’s a guaranteed win this time.” Declan scrolled through the live stock market feed on his tablet, looking up at me. “Miss, should we release the information we’ve gathered?” I waved my hand. “Wait a little longer.” Wait until it gets really fun. 10 Unsurprisingly, after one cycle, Shusha Pharmaceuticals’ stock skyrocketed, becoming a massive dark horse. The investors who followed Mia made a killing, while those who didn’t were beating their chests in regret. The Oracle Mia’s reputation reached its zenith overnight, even surpassing A-list celebrities. Many interviews and reports scrambled to invite her on. On a reality TV show, Mia looked like she was about to cry, whispering pitifully, “My sister asked me before who I was going to invest in next. She looked so scary at the time, I didn’t dare say it. I didn’t expect her to threaten me into only telling her my investment picks. I didn’t want to leave my father…” Overnight, the entire internet was flooded with attacks against the Vance Corporation and me: “SHOCKING! Vance Family Scandal Exposed: Eldest Daughter Usurps CEO For Years!” “Harper Vance Threatens The Oracle, Forcing Her Out Of The Family Unless She Stops Publicly Sharing Stock Tips!” I didn’t have the PR department suppress the information. Instead, I sat back and watched the rumors spread. I even voluntarily accepted an interview with a reporter. “Ms. Vance, do you have anything to say about the situation online? Did you threaten The Oracle into not sharing her investment information?” I nodded. “Yes, I did say that.” “Are you trying to keep the profits all to yourself?” “Keep the profits to myself?” I shot the reporter a sideways glance, sneering disdainfully. “What a joke. Since when has the Vance family ever cared about pocket change?” The reporter froze, his face flushing with embarrassment. The Vance Corporation was a massive publicly traded company. Why would they care about a few million dollars in minor assets? I looked around, my expression serious. “The stock market is unstable. Investments require caution. Once retail investors flood frantically into a single stock, it inevitably destroys the market’s equilibrium. In extreme cases, it can cause the market to crash. Do you all really want to experience another economic bubble?” “This…” The financial reporters present looked at each other, unable to find words to argue back. I continued, “In my opinion, blindly following trends is stupid. Being so certain about winning in the stock market that it causes mass herding is even more stupid. I merely warned her as her older sister and as a participant in the market. You can listen if you want, or don’t. It doesn’t matter to me.” With that, I prepared to leave. But an entertainment reporter blocked me, asking urgently, “What about the rumors of you usurping power? Why doesn’t the second daughter have a position in the corporation? Wasn’t she maliciously driven out by you?” I turned back, facing the camera, and smiled contemptuously. “Does an illegitimate child deserve to enter the corporation?” With one sentence, I completely exposed Mia’s identity. But it enraged Mia’s rabid fans in the crowd. They charged at me, brandishing knives. “Don’t you dare slander our Oracle! Go to hell!” Declan’s eyes flashed. With one kick, he sent the attacker flying several feet away. The bodyguards instantly swarmed in, pinning the attackers to the ground. I didn’t even spare them a glance, turning and leaving with Declan.

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The day the Seacrest earthquake hit, my husband abandoned me and flew to another city to find his childhood sweetheart. Buried under the crushing weight of the rubble, I sent him a text: “Ethan, there was an earthquake. I’m trapped underground. It’s so dark, I’m so scared…” Hours later, right before the rescue team pulled me out, I sent him two final messages, then tossed my phone deep into the ruins. “Ethan, I can’t hold on anymore. Thank God you were busy with work, or else you would have died down here with me and our baby.” “I’m so glad you’re safe.” —I did it on purpose. I deliberately wanted him to think I died in that darkness. I wanted him to spend the rest of his life repenting for me and the unborn child he left behind. I wanted him to weep bitter tears, choked by a regret he could never undo. And when he could no longer hide from the truth of what he’d done, I would walk right up to him and say: “I want a divorce.” 1 In the second year of my marriage to Ethan, his first love came back from abroad. I was there with him at the airport to pick her up. I watched with my own eyes as the slender, fragile girl in a long white dress threw herself into his arms with tears in her eyes, like a bird finally returning to its nest. “Ethan, I finally get to see you again.” Ethan’s body went rigid for a second before he reached out and gently stroked her hair. “There, there. It’s okay now.” I stood right next to them, feeling as unnecessary as a third wheel. I hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to grab Ethan’s hand, forcing a smile. “Alright, since we’ve found her, let’s go home.” It was as if she had just noticed me. She pulled away from Ethan’s embrace. She smiled, but her face showed a trace of awkward surprise. “Ethan, you’re married?” Ethan gave a low hum of confirmation. The three of us headed home together in a suffocatingly awkward silence. Of course, maybe the only one feeling awkward was me. Chloe was Ethan’s first love, his “one that got away”—and technically, his adopted sister. I always knew Ethan had a girl buried deep in his heart, but it wasn’t until after we got married that I learned the full story. Ethan’s background was complicated. He was an orphan. His biological parents died in a car crash when he was nine. Afterward, his father’s best friend—Chloe’s father—took him in. And so, the story of Ethan and Chloe began. Ethan was a withdrawn, quiet child. His childhood trauma had built a wall of ice around him. But Chloe came from a wealthy, happy family. She was innocent and carefree, a little ray of sunshine that slowly melted Ethan’s icy exterior and gave him the warmth of a home. —Of course, Ethan never explicitly told me about his past with Chloe. I pieced it all together myself. But when I led Chloe into the home Ethan and I had shared for three years, and watched her curiously touching this and tracing that, I knew my guess was dead on. That evening, when I was getting ready to cook, Ethan brought home a bag of walnuts and asked me to make walnut-crusted chicken. He said, “Chloe loves walnut-crusted chicken more than anything.” I lowered my eyes and didn’t speak for a long time. Ethan was never a detail-oriented person. I had known him for eight years. I spent five of those years chasing him, and the last three living with him as his wife. Even so, he would still forget my preferences. He even forgot that I was deathly allergic to walnuts. But he remembered Chloe’s favorite meal perfectly. Even though she had been living in Europe for the past six years. I pressed my lips together and asked, “Ethan, did you forget? I’m allergic to walnuts. If I even touch them, I break out in hives.” He seemed to freeze. Then, he smiled and gently nudged me out of the kitchen. “I’m sorry, Maya. I forgot. We never have walnuts on our dinner table anyway. Why don’t you go sit in the living room? I’ll make dinner tonight.” Actually, I had eaten walnuts with Ethan once. Three years ago, right after I finally managed to win his heart. I was walking on cloud nine that day. During lunch, he randomly ordered a walnut and goat cheese salad, and without even looking, I took a bite. That time, he was the one who rushed me to the ER. But that was a long time ago. He must have forgotten. I nodded silently and didn’t argue. Chloe was sitting in the living room, and I didn’t want to make the atmosphere tense. During dinner, perhaps out of guilt for the kitchen incident, Ethan kept putting food on my plate. “The shrimp is really good today.” I ate it slowly. When I looked up, I saw Chloe place a piece of shrimp on my plate as well. She looked at Ethan, then at me, her smile gentle and her gesture perfectly natural. “He’s right, Maya. Eat some more. Ethan makes the best shrimp.” It felt like I was the guest in my own home. 2 Chloe moved into our guest room. It was Ethan’s idea. Three days ago, Ethan suddenly told me that his sister, who lived abroad, was moving back. He told me she had a really hard time over the years. She was all alone in Paris, cheated on by her ex-boyfriend, and diagnosed with severe depression… When he said these things, his lips were pressed into a tight line, his eyes dark with a heavy sense of frustration and pain. Seeing him like that made my heart ache. So, when he said, “She’s coming back alone. She doesn’t want to go back to her parents’ house and worry them, so she wants to crash with us for a bit,” I agreed without hesitation. At that time, I didn’t know his so-called “sister” was the love he’d been longing for all these years. It wasn’t until I saw Chloe’s face at the airport that it hit me— I had seen her photo before. It was tucked inside a worn copy of The Great Gatsby on Ethan’s bookshelf. He had used her photo as a bookmark on page 68. On that page, he had underlined a quote in black ink. —“If they ask me what my sorrow is, I wouldn’t dare say your name.” —She was the secret he had kept hidden in the depths of his heart. That night, I couldn’t sleep, my mind racing with thoughts of Ethan and Chloe. Ethan hugged me from behind, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Can’t sleep?” I nodded. Then, we heard a sharp crash from the living room. I walked out of the bedroom. Chloe was standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by shattered ceramic pieces, tears streaming down her face, her slender body trembling. 3 The shattered pieces on the floor were custom clay figurines of me and Ethan. We made them at a pottery class the day we officially started dating. I sculpted him, and he sculpted me. I always treated them as our most precious keepsakes. I even carved “Ethan and Maya, forever and always” on the wooden base. But now, they were smashed into dozens of pieces. I stared at the ruins of our figurines, frowning. Ethan’s eyes, however, immediately fell on Chloe. Chloe looked beautiful when she cried. Her eyes turned a delicate shade of red, tears falling like rain on a spring flower. Anyone who saw her wouldn’t have the heart to scold her. “It’s just a clay doll. It’s nothing. Don’t cry,” Ethan sighed softly, pulling her to sit on the sofa. He furrowed his brows. “Why are you so clumsy? You cut your foot.” He left me standing there alone, cleaning up the shattered pieces of our history like a maid. Chloe sat on the couch, frowning, tears in her eyes, looking entirely helpless and pitiful. “Maya… I didn’t mean to. I… I just… I just…” “I couldn’t sleep, so I came out for a walk. I thought the dolls were cute and wanted to look at them, but my hand slipped…” “Maya, I’m so sorry…” Her hands were shaking as she spoke. Before she could finish, she burst into tears again, as if she had recalled something incredibly painful. Seeing her like this, I said nothing. I walked out to the balcony and pulled out a cigarette. Chloe always called me by my first name in that sickeningly sweet tone. When Ethan was in the kitchen earlier, I sat with her in the living room. She kept asking me about my life with Ethan, calling me “Maya” every other breath. I corrected her: “I’m married to Ethan. You should call me your sister-in-law.” She didn’t reply. Instead, she picked up a cat-shaped throw pillow from the couch and smiled at me with feigned surprise. “Oh wow! Look at this, Maya. I gave this to Ethan before I left for Europe. I can’t believe he still has it.” My stomach churned. I rolled the unlit cigarette between my fingers. I wasn’t actually going to smoke it. I was pregnant. I couldn’t smoke. He just didn’t know yet. I hadn’t found the right time to tell him. Maybe I had been standing on the balcony too long, because Ethan walked over and snatched the cigarette from my hand. “Quit smoking. It’s bad for you.” I hadn’t planned on lighting it anyway. Ethan didn’t like women who smoked. His type had always been girls like Chloe—long black hair, white dresses, clean and fragile. “Where’s your sister?” I asked. He gestured toward the guest room. “She went to sleep.” I gave a flat “Oh” and kept pressing. “Don’t you need to keep her company?” “What?” He froze. I smiled. I asked him how long Chloe was planning to stay here. I looked him in the eye, dropping all pretense. “Ethan, I don’t like your sister.” “Do you know something? Years ago, when I was still chasing you, you got blackout drunk. You held me and kept calling out ‘Chloe.’ I didn’t know who you were talking about back then, but now I do…” “Do you really just see her as a sister?” “Ethan, tell her to move out. She goes, or I go. Pick one.” 4 Ethan stared at me for a long time, his expression conflicted, before letting out a long sigh. “Maya, what happened earlier—Chloe didn’t do it on purpose. She’s just… she has depression. She’s emotionally unstable. Can’t you be a little more understanding?” “I know it’s unfair of me to ask this of you, but her parents, and Chloe herself, were so good to me when I had nothing…” “I didn’t bring her here with any ulterior motives. The past is the past. I really just see her as my sister now.” “I have you, don’t I?” Ethan begged me to believe him. I looked at him, and memories flooded my mind. I met Ethan in high school. He was handsome and had great grades, but he wasn’t popular. Why? Because he was too isolated. He always sat in the back row, leaning against the wall in the darkest corner of the classroom. When he sat there, the corner seemed even darker, like light couldn’t even reach him. But I liked him. I felt like we were the same. Ethan was a transfer student in our senior year. It was rare for anyone to transfer during such a crucial time, but he did. For that entire year, I never saw his parents. Of course, I never saw mine, either. My parents divorced when I was young, and neither of them wanted me. They fought in court, and the judge finally gave me to my dad. Shortly after, they both started their own new families, and I became the disposable leftover. I guessed Ethan’s home life was similar to mine. Or maybe even worse. After all, my dad was generous with his money, even if he didn’t give me his time. But Ethan, even with the intense pressure of senior year, worked part-time at a coffee shop every single day. My heart ached for him. More importantly, I knew Ethan was actually incredibly gentle. He looked cold, but one time, after a huge fight with my dad, I hid behind the school bleachers crying. He walked past me, didn’t say a word, but quietly left a pack of tissues next to me. I still remember it was dusk. The breeze was warm, and the golden sunset hit him perfectly, making even the tips of his hair glow. I think I fell in love with him right in that moment. Later, I followed him to the same college. I started chasing him. I gave him everything I had. For four years of college, Ethan rarely went home. Holidays, winter breaks, summer breaks—he stayed on campus alone. I shamelessly stuck by his side to keep him company. I spent Christmas after Christmas, birthday after birthday with him. He liked girls with long hair in white dresses, so I grew out my short hair and wore the dresses he liked. He liked home-cooked meals, saying they tasted like family, so I learned how to cook just to make him his favorite dishes. I did so many things for him. But as I did them, I realized… someone else had already done all of this for him first. His life was heavily marked by another girl’s presence. But it didn’t matter. I never gave up. If someone else had done it, I would just do it better. I would be so good to him that no one could ever replace me. I had never had anyone treat me well in my entire life. So, I loved him with everything I had. I chased him for five years before the clouds finally cleared and he accepted me. But now, that girl was back. … “Even if you guarantee that you only see her as a sister, what about Chloe?” “Can you guarantee she doesn’t have feelings for you?” This time, he didn’t speak for a long time. After a heavy silence, he said: “She doesn’t. It’s all in the past.” Ethan promised me. He swore that no matter what, he only saw Chloe as a sister. He said he was already looking for an apartment for her. In a few days, once she stabilized, he would move her out. And me… In the end, I couldn’t bear to let him go. I couldn’t let go of our eight years together. I decided to trust him one last time. For the eight years we shared. And for the unborn baby in my womb. I subconsciously touched my stomach, then quickly dropped my hand. “Ethan, you said it yourself. You better not be lying to me.” “If you lie to me, I promise you, you’ll regret it.” “I will make you regret it.”

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Because I forgot to switch to my burner account while tipping my favorite male streamer. I was forced to drop my mask in front of a live audience of millions. When the guy I was crushing on read the donation alert out loud: “Thanks to the actress, Chloe Vance, for gifting 100 Tier 3 subs.” The chat exploded: “HOLY SH*T, REAL OR FAKE??!!” “What kind of Hollywood x Esports crossover is this!!!” “Turns out our girl is a simp for a pretty face too!” “A new weird ship has sailed.” I went numb. Just like that, my cover was blown. Five minutes later, my manager arrived on the battlefield. Thank you all. I passed away peacefully. 1 Shine was the undisputed king of the pro gaming league. He had the skills, the looks, and the attitude. The absolute ceiling for an ADC (Marksman), a five-time champion, and a notoriously handsome guy with a toxic mouth—these were the labels plastered all over him. I was his fan. Well, actually, not just a fan. Because, in my humble reality, I am currently a very famous, A-list actress. Plus, I liked him long before he even became an esports player. But ever since he went pro, I finally had a legitimate excuse to watch him openly. My burner account was his top donator. I had been there since his early streaming days when he barely had an audience. Lately, though, with his tournament schedule packed, he streamed less and less. And he never announced his schedule. Catching a stream was pure luck. Half a month ago, I finally managed to catch one of Shine’s streams. When I clicked in, he was already in the middle of a high-ranked match. Out of pure muscle memory, I blindly gifted a massive string of 100-sub bombs. A whole wall of premium gifts flooded the screen, and he didn’t even flinch. It wasn’t until his teammate sitting next to him nudged him that he slowly looked up at his monitor and casually read the alert: “Thanks to the actress, Chloe Vance, for gifting 100 Tier 3 subs.” Then, he seemed to realize something was off. His character, who was in the middle of fighting the boss monster, completely froze. He spaced out. Caught off guard, the enemy jungler and bot lane immediately ganked and killed him. While waiting to respawn, he looked back at the screen. The chat was moving at the speed of light. “WTF WTF WTF IS THIS REAL??!!” “A few subs literally made Shine AFK, lmao.” “Is this the Chloe Vance I’m thinking of?!” “What kind of Hollywood x Esports crossover is this!!!” “I just checked her profile, IT’S HER VERIFIED ACCOUNT!” “She’s a simp for a pretty face too!” “A new weird ship has sailed.” I realized what I’d done way too late. I was paralyzed. I f*cking forgot to switch to my burner account! I didn’t even get to watch the rest of the stream before my manager’s call blasted through my phone. She proceeded to give me a 45-minute lecture filled with “tough love.” The TL;DR: Stay off the internet and stop touching social media. By the time I snuck back into Shine’s stream, he was already offline. Why was he so short today?! I had to settle for the VOD. I never expected those subs to have such a massive ripple effect. That same day, they launched me straight to the #1 trending spot on Twitter. Thinking back to whenever I had a movie coming out, my PR team had to bleed money just to get me trending. And now? A few gifted subs had Chloe and Shine’s names glued to the top three trending topics. My manager told me not to respond. I buried my head in the sand like an ostrich. I figured once the hype died down, I could just go back to my burner account, donate, and watch him in peace. But barely two weeks later, my manager enthusiastically walked up to me. “Got a gig for you! I booked you on a variety show.” “I’m a movie actress, I don’t do reality TV. No way.” “It’s the Hollywood winter right now. You’re turning down work? Made enough money and want to retire early?” Retire? I wouldn’t dare. I still needed to make money to buy subs for Shine. “You’ll be filming it with Shine. You in? If not, I’ll pass it to one of my other clients.” Oh my god? Was it a dating show? A crossover romance between an A-list actress and an esports star? I admit, my heart skipped a beat. “I’m in! I’m in! I’ll do it!” Only after I arrived did I realize I’d been scammed. My imagined dating show? Didn’t exist. I was there to be a glorified intern for his team. Fine. Even if it wasn’t romantic, it still counted as a crossover. 2 It wasn’t until I stood in the lobby of the YKG gaming house that I realized I was actually here to film at Shine’s base. The show, Star Assistants, was an experiential reality show. The gimmick was taking celebrities and dropping them into ordinary, grueling assistant jobs across different industries to experience life outside the glamorous Hollywood bubble. Other actors went to be paralegals, dental assistants, or farmhands. And me? I just happened to be sent to Shine’s team as an esports team assistant. “The team assistant’s job is very tedious. It includes—but isn’t limited to—packing gear for the players during tournaments, managing their schedules, accompanying them to brand events, monitoring their streams, observing their mental health and reporting to management… oh, and waking them up,” Riley, the actual YKG team assistant, explained as she gave me a tour. “Waking them up?” I was terrible at waking up myself. “Yep. They practice late. You have to wake them up before noon every day for lunch.” Noon. Okay, that wasn’t too bad. “Oh, and some of the guys get really cranky in the morning, so be careful,” Riley added. “They’re in the second-floor training room reviewing a match right now. Let’s go say hi.” In the training room, a group of young guys in team jerseys was watching a replay. The moment I pushed the door open, all eyes locked onto me. Look, I know I’m a gorgeous actress, but being stared at like this made me shy. Right, I forgot. I had a whole camera crew trailing behind me. “Hi everyone, I’m Chloe. I’m the team’s new assistant. Just call me Chloe,” I said, pulling out my signature, approachable red-carpet smile. “Hey, what’s up.” “Hi, nice to meet you.” “Wow, Chloe is even prettier in real life than on screen.” Everyone greeted me warmly. Except Shine. He sat alone in the corner. Even though he was quiet, his aura and looks made him impossible to ignore. After greeting everyone, I walked right up to him. “Hi, I’m Chloe. I’ll be your assistant for a while. Hope we get along!” “Hi, I’m Shine. First time meeting you, nice to work with you.” He stood up and gave me a painfully polite, official greeting. First time meeting me my ass. Did he completely forget me? Then again, back in high school, we barely interacted. It was probably normal that he didn’t remember. He was a lot taller than he was five years ago. The red and white team jersey made his skin look pale and flawless. His short, dyed-black hair made him look sharp and cold. He used to rock this stubborn, ash-grey hair forever; he probably dyed it black just for the TV cameras. I stood there, zoning out as I looked at him, remembering the first time we met. Back then, he wasn’t Shine. He was Asher Hayes. It was after school during my sophomore year. In the alley behind Westbridge High, I ran into Asher for the first time. Even though school had only started two months ago, his reputation preceded him. When I saw him, he was leaning against a brick wall, casually smoking a cigarette and joking around with some punk kids. In the crowd, he stood out entirely. His height made the sloppy school uniform look like a fashion statement. His skin was pale, and his features were aggressively handsome. Who knew the school’s notorious bad boy was this hot? But I always steered clear of guys like him. Being robbed was my biggest fear. I cast a quick glance his way, lowered my head, and tried to speed-walk past them. One of the punks noticed me anyway. He smirked and catcalled, “Hey, check out the body on that one.” My face flushed bright red. I just wanted to escape. Asher took a drag of his cigarette, glanced at me indifferently, and then kicked the punk right in the shin—not too hard, not too soft. “Keep your mouth clean.” That simple rescue made me notice him from that day on. I unconsciously started collecting stories about him around school. Like how he got into a fight today and beat someone up. Like how he skipped class to play games at the internet cafe and got caught. Like how some fearless girl confessed to him, and he rejected her. My entire high school life was basically spent harboring a massive secret crush on him. Of course I thought about confessing, but by the time I finished my acting auditions and came back to school senior year, he was gone. Rumor had it he was expelled for fighting. Then, during my freshman year of college, I found out through a high school group chat that he had become a pro gamer. I remembered he used to skip class to game, and he was insanely good at it. I started following him again, watching him go from a nobody rookie to a superstar on the main stage. But all of that was completely shattered by his polite “First time meeting you.” I suddenly felt the urge to cry. A crush really is just a one-person war. He had caused a hurricane in my world. But in his story, I was just a background character who didn’t even deserve a name. My heart felt like someone had crushed a dozen lemons over it—sour and suffocating. I swallowed my emotions, flashed a bright smile, and forced my slightly raspy voice to sound steady: “For me, it’s not our first time meeting.” 3 Because of that sentence, every single eye and camera lens in the room snapped to us. Asher’s eyes suddenly burned a little hotter. I quickly laughed and explained, “I watch your matches all the time.” Editor, please loop this in the teaser trailer. I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t going to drop my mask that easily again. I absolutely could not let everyone know we went to high school together. The room let out a collective breath of relief. Asher’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “I watch your movies a lot, too.” No need to be polite, bro. I literally heard you say on stream: I don’t follow celebrities, I don’t watch movies. No time. Assistants didn’t actually have to live in the gaming house. Riley clocked out and went home shortly after. But for the sake of gathering footage, the producers made me stay in the dorms. A single room at the end of the fourth-floor hallway. Right next to Asher’s room. I suspected they wanted to push a romance angle between us. Honestly, I wanted to, too. But I had no opening. He constantly had this “do not approach” aura around him. After dinner, I went back to my room to unpack. The crew then cued me to go downstairs and watch the players stream. It was the end of the month, so grinding out stream hours was their usual post-dinner routine. When I got to the streaming room, the support player, Finn, was already interacting with his chat. I said hi to him and sat quietly in a chair off-camera, watching him play. Suddenly, his chat was flooded. “We want to see Chloe!” “Alright guys, give me a sec. Let me ask if Chloe wants to duo,” Finn said. He was a sweet, soft-spoken guy. He turned to me. “Chloe, want to play a round?” “Sure.” Just as Finn added me and we were about to start our happy duo queue… Asher strolled into the room with a cup of coffee. “Huh? Captain, didn’t you finish your stream hours for the month? Why are you live again?” “You ate lunch today, didn’t you? Didn’t you still eat two bowls of rice for dinner?” … The chat erupted in “LMAOOOO”. He took a sip of his coffee and booted up the PC right next to mine. “Can’t I just miss my fans?” Asher rolled his eyes at Finn. “Captain, wanna trio with us?” Finn, completely ignoring the eye roll, craned his neck to ask. “Sure.” Finn was too stunned that he agreed so fast to realize how rare it was to get the Captain to queue with him. I saw the true power of reality TV right there. I swear, this was the closest I had ever been to Asher. I was sitting right between his and Finn’s setups. A straight-line distance of less than a foot. If he just leaned casually in my direction, my heart skipped a few beats. Since my account rank was low, they both hopped on their smurfs. “What do you play? I’ll grab it for you,” Asher asked, turning his head during the ban phase. “I’ll play Mid.” Honestly, I didn’t have many heroes I was good at. Besides mages, I only played support, and all the good supports were banned. I had to lock in a mage. Who knew that in the first few minutes, I’d get ganked by the enemy Jungler and Mid laner over and over? I burned my flash and still fed two kills. Our Jungler typed in all-chat: “Mid, do you know how to play? Can you just hide under the tower?” Me: “Okay, okay.” I turtled under my tower to clear minion waves. Asher: “Finn, go help Mid.” “Don’t panic Chloe, I’m coming.” I died twice early, my farm was stolen by our Jungler, and I was the poorest player in the game. Even with Finn’s help, it was miserable. Our Jungler was clearly duo-queued with the Top laner and only ganked top. He ignored mid completely, then typed in chat to flame me: “Mid didn’t even help me defend my blue buff. What a waste of space.” … Asher won a 1v2 in his lane, took the first tower, and immediately rotated to Mid to gank. He killed the enemy Mid and pushed down the tier-1 tower. Then his fingers flew across his keyboard, typing in all-chat: “Jungler, stop rotating to help Mid. Are you on maternity leave in the jungle?” Pfft. Hahahaha. The stream chat went wild. The Jungler, currently farming a camp, fell dead silent. Led by Asher, we pushed all the way to the enemy base. They defended hard, and we couldn’t crack the high-ground towers. The boss monster spawned. Our Jungler confidently went to solo it. Halfway through, the enemy Jungler ambushed him. Our Jungler died, and the boss was stolen. While the enemy Jungler was recalling, the four of us shattered their high ground and pushed the core. As we hit the core, Asher dropped another sarcastic bomb in all-chat: “Next time, teach me how to play the game with just your mouth. You farmed so badly I feel sorry for the jungle camps.” The next second, the core exploded. Victory. Flawless execution. Didn’t even leave the guy a chance to reply. If I were that Jungler, I’d be coughing up blood. The Toxic King of Esports. He lived up to the hype. Before the next match started. “Chloe.” “Yeah?” It was the first time Asher had said my name. Why did those two syllables sound so incredibly good coming from him? “Play ADC next game. I’ll support you.” I looked into Asher’s ink-black eyes and couldn’t find a single trace of a joke. Huh? The best Marksman in the league wanted to play Support for me? Finn: Did the sun just rise in the west? 4 Because the show was filmed and aired concurrently, I only stayed at the house for two nights during the first block. Future schedules would adjust based on audience feedback. The next day, Asher streamed for a solid 7 hours. After dinner, he played high-tier ranked games until midnight, then pushed his main account ranking. Fans kept saying he changed; he was suddenly so eager to stream. He just replied flatly, “When am I not eager? I just want to spend more time with you guys.” If I wasn’t sitting right there, I would’ve thought he was whispering sweet nothings to some girl on the phone. The moment he said that, the chat went feral. Gifts flooded the screen. If he wasn’t sleeping, I didn’t dare slack off either. Everyone else went to bed. I just sat by his computer with him, all the way until 2 AM. After he logged off. The crew took off our mics and packed up the cameras. He stood up, cracked his neck, and stretched. I secretly peeked as the hem of his white t-shirt lifted, exposing a razor-sharp V-line. Lord have mercy. “Thanks for the hard work, staying up with me to practice.” “No problem.” Happy to do it again. By the time I showered and got back to my room, it was past 2:30 AM. A knock sounded at the door. “You awake?” ! Asher! In the middle of the night… Coming to my room… Could it be… Stop it. My brain was full of trash. How could that be? “Not yet, what’s up?” I quickly got up and opened the door. A fresh wave of citrus body wash hit me. Asher stood in my doorway in his pajamas. He looked like he just stepped out of the shower, his hair still dripping wet. “My hairdryer broke. Did you bring yours? Can I borrow it?” “I did, let me get it.” Because I was leaving the next day, I had packed all my stuff into my suitcase. I had to open my luggage and dig around to find it. “Want to come in first? It might take me a second.” There was too much stuff in there. “Is it convenient?” “Yeah, come in.” He walked in and sat on the chair opposite my bed, waiting. “Here, finally found it.” “Can I just use it here? Do you mind?” “No, not at all, go ahead.” So, he took the hairdryer and slowly started drying his hair. The whirring filled the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, secretly watching him under the warm light. The way his hand casually ran through his hair was ridiculously attractive. His knuckles were defined, his fingers long and strong, veins popping on the back of his hand. Not too delicate, not too rough. They say hands are a man’s second face, and they aren’t wrong. Looking back at the past two days, it felt surreal yet entirely natural. Was it because I was already so familiar with him in my head? Even though we had only hung out for two days, I felt like I had gotten very close to him. Like an old friend. The next morning at 9 AM, I had to catch a flight. My manager and a driver came to pick me up. A few team members specifically woke up early to see me off. In the group, I didn’t see Asher’s silhouette. “Where’s Captain? Why isn’t he up yet?” Finn asked. “He streamed until the middle of the night. Probably catching up on sleep. Let’s not wait for him,” Caleb, the Top laner, said. “Alright, I’ll get going then. See you guys in a few days,” I said, hiding my slight disappointment with a smile. The driver loaded my suitcase into the van. I stood by the door, looking around one last time. Still no Asher. Just as I turned to get in the car, a voice called out from the distance. “Chloe.” I whipped my head around. Asher came jogging over from down the street, holding a paper bag. “Bought you breakfast. Eat it on the way.” He was slightly out of breath. “Thank you! You shouldn’t have!” “Safe travels. See you in a few days.” “See you.” Once in the car, I opened the bag. A cup of hot soy milk and a warm, loaded breakfast burrito. In a daze, I realized that to maintain my weight for the cameras, it had been a long time since I ate such a high-calorie breakfast. I took my phone out and snapped a picture of it. Today was a day worth remembering. Back in the team lobby. Finn: “Captain, where did you go? Chloe already left, why are you just getting back?” Asher, breaking his usual habit, didn’t roast him. He just smiled and went upstairs to sleep. Finn: Did the sun really just rise in the west? 5 A couple of days after I got home, the rough-cut trailer for the show dropped. Because the concept was so fresh, it got a huge wave of attention. Asher—wait, I mean Shine—trended on Twitter. A bunch of girls who didn’t even watch esports were drooling over his face. Everyone was saying his toxic mouth was the price he paid for those looks. The Toxic King of Esports was brutally funny. The shippers for Shine and Finn started celebrating too. “This toxic top / soft bottom dynamic is PERFECT!” “I’m eating this up!” “I’m dying, I love them!” Both of their personal follower counts spiked along with the official show account. A few days later, the producers contacted my team. Producer: “Chloe, did you see the trailer?” “I did, the reception is pretty good.” “It is, but Chloe, your interactions with Shine in episode one were a bit sparse. We’re hoping you can interact with him more in the upcoming shoots. But it wasn’t really your fault; the first recording didn’t have any structured activities. Everyone was just practicing or streaming. We’ll set up better scenarios next time.” “Okay, got it.” A week later, I was notified it was time to shoot again. This time, we were filming two episodes back-to-back. I had to live at the base for five days. My manager had to compress my schedule to an insane degree. Right before my flight, I was still in a studio shooting a fashion magazine cover. I practically sprinted to the airport rocking heavy smoky makeup and a messy, avant-garde hairstyle. People stared at me like a zoo animal… By the time I arrived at the team base, it was 1 AM. The driver unloaded my luggage and left after my manager gave me a few warnings. As I dragged my massive 32-inch suitcase down the dark path toward the front door, a dark shadow suddenly sprinted past me. !!! I panicked and forced myself to look. It was Asher. He was wearing a black tracksuit and running shoes, basically blending into the night. “Oh, it’s you. Scared me to death,” I sighed in relief. “Why are you so late?” “I had to cram all my work together to clear the next few days. It was a tight squeeze. Why are you out here so late?” “Night run.” “Oh, keeping in shape. Nice.” “Yeah.” He smoothly grabbed my suitcase handle and walked into the base ahead of me. Inside, Finn and the Jungler were chatting in the lobby. They watched Asher walk in dragging my pink suitcase. Finn spoke up. “Captain, you’re finally back? I thought you went to run a marathon. It’s been almost three hours.” Three hours? Insane stamina! “Oh, Chloe, you’re back too?” “Yeah, flight just landed.” “Captain, go shower and sleep. We waited forever for you. We have scrims tomorrow.” “I didn’t ask you to wait.” “Bro, you’re a delicate, beautiful man. Running around in the dark for hours? What if some creep targeted you? You never know.” That comment earned Finn a massive eye roll from Asher. “Chloe, get some rest. We’re going to sleep too, scrims tomorrow.” “Okay, goodnight guys.” Asher dragged my suitcase all the way to my door. “Get some rest.” “I will. Thanks for the help, goodnight.” “Goodnight.” I went to the bathroom to wash up. When I looked in the mirror, I jumped. I thought Asher was a creep in the dark? Looking at my crazy fashion-shoot makeup, I looked like the ghost. I washed up and laid in bed, eager for tomorrow. Thinking about how my path and Asher’s had crossed from parallel lines in our youth to this. My chest filled with a sweet, bubbly emotion. A room I had only slept in twice already felt warmly familiar. Maybe I was just exhausted, but I fell asleep quickly. The next day, I got ready, and the crew mic’d me up. When I got downstairs, I saw the other players waiting for lunch, including Riley, who I hadn’t seen in a while. I quickly went over and said hi. “It’s almost time to eat, where’s Shine?” the Coach asked. “Caleb, go wake him up.” Caleb, the Jungler, had been on the team forever and was the same age as Shine. “Hell no. He has Tier-1 morning crankiness. I’m not getting punched.” The others immediately pretended to take phone calls or ran to the bathroom. Basically, everyone adopted an “I’m just passing through, don’t ask me” attitude. “I’ll go! I’ll go!” Riley volunteered enthusiastically, standing up to head upstairs. But she was stopped. The producer held up a cue card behind the camera: Please have Chloe wake up Shine. Seeing this, the Coach had no choice. “Chloe, you go wake up Shine.” I looked around. Everyone’s face said the exact same thing: May God have mercy on your soul. … Is this the “forced interaction” the producers wanted?

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