After two years with Caleb King, I discovered the man I’d been intimate with was actually his twin brother. During the film festival awards ceremony, countless scandalous photos of me suddenly leaked. Overnight, my fans turned on me, endorsements were canceled, and my phone wouldn’t stop ringing with people asking, “What’s your rate for a night?” And those photos? Only my fiancé, Caleb, had them. I ran, distraught, to confront him, but outside a private booth, I overheard him, my rival Amber, and a few of his buddies laughing. “Do you think she’ll be mad when she finds out the truth?” My fiancé, Caleb, scoffed. “Mad? She had it coming for trying to steal Amber’s endorsement. It’s just a little lesson.” “That’s nothing,” one of his friends chimed in. “If she knew Caleb had his brother sleep with her for two years, that’s when she’d really lose it!” “Hey, Jax, how’s it feel to have been secretly sleeping with Caleb’s girlfriend for two years?” I dug my nails into my palms. Caleb’s twin brother, Jax King, said casually: “How do you think it feels? The innocent goddess on screen is actually pretty wild in bed, willing to try anything… I’m back in the country for good this time, just so I can hook up with her whenever I want.” Then, Caleb, his arm around Amber, spoke expressionlessly, “It’s just for a few more days. Get your fill now. Once Amber nails down the lead role, I’ll break it off completely with Anya and marry Amber.” Whistles and cheers erupted throughout the booth. “Damn, Caleb! You’re finally going to marry Amber!” “To help Amber get that lead role, you went after Anya, took those photos, and ruined her career. You’re a pro, man!” Every word was like a knife, twisting in my heart. But my mind uncontrollably flashed back to how Caleb first pursued me. Back then, I had just blown up after a campus drama, labeled as “America’s Sweetheart.” But because I refused to compromise with a sleazy producer, I was harassed. It was Caleb who flipped the producer’s table, getting me out of that sticky situation. Later, he learned I was afraid of the dark, so he’d time my wrap-up every day, driving halfway across the city just to pick me up. What truly melted my heart was when my grandma got sick. I couldn’t get back home in time due to work, but he hired the best doctors. I thought I’d found someone who truly understood and cared for me, so when he asked me out, I said yes without hesitation. Though after we started dating, Caleb did act a bit strange. During the day, he was always cold and dismissive, but at night, he was passionate, and he loved taking those intimate photos. But I loved him too much. I was willing to give him everything. I’d even suppress my shyness, posing in ways I thought would please him. How could I have known that my devotion would become the sharpest blade, piercing my own heart? I looked at the people laughing and chatting in the booth, terrified I’d completely lose my mind if I stayed another second. I abruptly turned and stumbled back home.
My agent, Brenda, called. “Anya, the company has decided to put all your projects on hold and send you overseas for a ‘break’.” “Your flight’s in three days. Do you want to go?” If I left, I wouldn’t have to face this disgusting harassment, wouldn’t have to remember Caleb’s betrayal. I felt all the strength drain from my body. Numbly, I nodded. “I’ll go.” But I knew I would never come back. “Where are you going?” I spun around, facing a face almost identical to Caleb’s. My body tensed instinctively. Did he know I was leaving? Just as I was about to answer, he held up a paper bag, imitating Caleb exactly, just like he had countless times before. “I brought you your favorite mango cake.” I looked at the mango cake in his hand, and my stomach churned. I used to think he forgot I was allergic to mangoes because he was too busy with work. Now I knew he simply didn’t care. I didn’t take the cake he offered. I just stepped back. “No, thanks. I’m allergic to mangoes.” The smile on Jax’s face stiffened, but he didn’t pull his hand back. Instead, he took a step forward. “What’s wrong? Is it because of those photos?” “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. No one will say anything bad about you.” “So what if your career is over? The King family can certainly afford to take care of you, can’t we?” A bitter taste spread through my heart. These two brothers were master actors, each one better than the last. Seeing my silence, Jax pulled me into a hug. “If you cry, my heart will break.” As he spoke, his hand started reaching under my clothes. I used to enjoy Jax’s tenderness, immersing myself in the sweetness he brought. But now, I just felt sick. I pushed him away. “Not right now.” Jax was caught off guard by the push. He paused, then smiled gently. “Okay, then I’ll just hold you while you sleep.” I couldn’t break free, so I just let him hold me.
I woke up the next day to an empty bed. I used to wonder why Caleb always got up so early, never staying in bed a little longer with me. Now I knew. It was because the one sharing my bed at night was Jax, while the real Caleb disdained to touch me. I pushed open my bedroom door, and Amber sat at the dining table, smirking at me. “Anya, my stomach’s a bit sensitive, so Caleb invited me over for breakfast. You don’t mind, do you?” Caleb expressionlessly placed a perfectly made omelet in her bowl. “She doesn’t.” After serving her, Caleb carefully picked the onions out of her scrambled eggs. He pushed the plate back to Amber, his voice a tenderness I’d never heard before: “It’s just been warmed up, the temperature is perfect. Your stomach is sensitive, so eat slowly.” Amber pouted, her voice sickeningly sweet. “Caleb, I suddenly feel like eating your soft-boiled eggs. Would you make some for me?” Caleb instantly put down his fork. “Wait right here. I’ll be right back.” I stood rooted to the spot, watching the scene unfold before me, my heart clutched by an invisible hand, aching so much I could barely breathe. It turned out he wasn’t incapable of caring for someone, nor did he have a bad memory. It was just that his tenderness and attentiveness had never belonged to me. I had asked him to make me a fried egg before. He had just frowned and said it was “too much trouble,” then threw me a piece of cold toast, grumbling impatiently, “Be grateful for what you get; don’t be so picky.” Back then, I’d comforted myself, thinking he was just too tired. But now, watching him seriously adjust the heat and carefully flip the egg for Amber, I finally understood: it wasn’t that he was lazy or tired, it was just that I wasn’t worth his effort. But it didn’t matter. I would be leaving soon. Whether he loved me or not, I no longer cared. Amber watched Caleb busy in the kitchen, then turned to me, her smugness practically overflowing. “Anya, why do you think Caleb cares so much for me?” “Unlike some people, even after two years by his side, he wouldn’t even crack a smile for them.” She paused, then leaned closer. “Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, that endorsement you lost? It’s mine now.” “And that lead role you were supposed to get? The director said it suits me better.” “Isn’t this just fate? Even if you held the spot, you’d have to give it up to me eventually.” My nails practically dug into my palms, but I didn’t get angry as she expected. I just looked at her calmly. Amber probably didn’t expect me to be so serene. The smile on her face stiffened, then she just scoffed. “Since you won’t give up, I’ll make you face reality!” The next second, she suddenly screamed and slashed a fruit knife across her own arm! “Anya! How could you do this to me!” She cried as she stumbled backward, right into Caleb’s arms.
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