My boyfriend Alfred Clark doesn’t like to wear condoms during sex, which has caused me to get pregnant ten times. I even had to pay for the abortion procedures myself because he claimed he had no money. The evening after my latest procedure, I went to work as a cocktail waitress at a club to earn extra money. However, outside one of the private rooms, I saw Alfred wearing a custom-tailored suit, saying he had bought jewelry worth a billion dollars for Mia Reid, the woman he truly loved. One of his friends crudely remarked, “Alfred, I heard you deliberately got Daisy Bell pregnant again. That’s the tenth time, right? This is your revenge for Mia, isn’t it?” Alfred replied coldly, “Daisy stole first place from Mia in that debate competition. So I deliberately pretended to be poor, approached her, and taught her a lesson. These past years, I’ve warned all businesses in Washington not to hire Daisy, forcing her to work multiple jobs to support me. She deserves it.” Hearing his words, the others laughed lewdly. Then, a man asked, “Alfred, do you have any feelings for her? You must be tired of that poor woman by now. Aren’t you afraid she’ll discover the truth and break up with you or cause trouble?” Alfred said with disgust, “My heart only has room for Mia. On Daisy’s birthday, I’ll use a marriage proposal as an excuse to publish her intimate photos and videos online, and then reveal the truth. I want to see just how desperate she’ll be then.” As he spoke, he threw a stack of photos on the table, letting everyone look at them. Accompanied by a burst of laughter, I felt like I was sinking into an icy pit. One man laughed and said, “Alfred, you’re so loyal. Daisy looks innocent, but I never imagined she’d be so wild in bed. If Alfred hadn’t already ruined her, I’d want to try her myself.” They laughed obscenely while looking at my intimate photos, humiliating me without restraint. Alfred laughed coldly and said contemptuously, “Daisy always liked to bully Mia. So I’ll destroy her reputation. Don’t reveal my identity before Daisy’s birthday. Otherwise, that gold-digger will definitely cling to me and not let me go.” I stood frozen at the doorway, my red eyes filled with disbelief. No wonder for the past five years, Alfred always took out his phone to record videos during sex. When I asked him why, Alfred said these videos were to ease his longing when he couldn’t see me. Since I was always busy with part-time jobs, I softened and agreed. Suddenly, Alfred’s loud laughter and intermittent moaning sounds came from the private room. “I have videos on my phone too. If you call me daddy, I’ll show you the videos.” I felt like someone was squeezing my heart, making it impossible to breathe. I couldn’t bear to hear more, so I turned and stumbled away from the club. Outside, it was pouring rain, and because I had just had surgery, my lower abdomen started hurting again. I couldn’t tell if it was tears or rain streaming down my face. When I met Alfred that year, I had just graduated from college. My parents had passed away early, leaving me with their debts. When debt collectors found me, Alfred suddenly appeared and protected me. He took out all his savings to help me pay off the debt. After we got together, Alfred always said he was poor, so I worked three or four jobs a day to support both of us. I also wondered why, despite graduating with excellent grades, no company was willing to hire me. Alfred comforted me, saying I would definitely find a good job in the future and that he would never leave me. His sex drive was strong, and he didn’t like using condoms, so I kept getting pregnant over and over. Each time I got pregnant, he would say we weren’t in a position to raise a child. So even though I had ten abortions, I never complained. But it turns out this was all a scam he had designed. Back at our rental apartment, I sat on the sofa until dark. Then, I heard the door opening, and Alfred staggered in, obviously drunk. Alfred said, “Daisy, I went out tonight to secure some investment and drank a lot. My stomach hurts.” If it had been before, I would have thoughtfully made him honey lemon tea. But now, I was just tired. When he didn’t hear my response, Alfred came over and hugged me. “What’s wrong? Are you in a bad mood?” Fighting back my disgust, I shook my head and said, “I’m fine.” Alfred didn’t suspect anything, and his hands started to reach inside my clothes. His intentions were obvious. I frowned, avoiding his touch, and said, “I just had surgery. I don’t want to.” After his mood was disrupted, Alfred instinctively scolded, “What are you pretending for? It’s not like you haven’t had abortions before.” My heart filled with endless bitterness. Realizing he had said something wrong, Alfred softened his tone. “I’m sorry, Daisy. I’m drunk, so I misspoke. You should rest. I’ll make you something to eat.” He kissed my forehead and went to the kitchen. Just then, Alfred’s phone on the table suddenly rang. I picked up his phone and unlocked it. As always, his password was my birthday. On his WhatsApp, messages kept popping up in a group chat. [Alfred, Mia is coming back to the country tomorrow. We’ve prepared all the gifts you wanted.] [Jewelry worth over a hundred million dollars and fresh seasonal flowers flown in.] [If Mia knew about all the things Alfred has done for her these past years, she would be so happy.] I clenched my fists. So this is how clearly Alfred distinguishes between the person he loves and the one he doesn’t. I smiled self-mockingly and put the phone back. After coming out of the kitchen, Alfred checked the messages on his phone and smiled happily. When he looked at me again, he pretended to be frustrated and said, “Baby, my boss has arranged something urgent for me tomorrow. I can’t spend our anniversary with you.” I lowered my head, not exposing his lie. After all, I no longer wanted this relationship full of schemes, nor did I want Alfred anymore.
Early the next morning, I got up to pack my belongings. I barely slept all night, my mind unable to find peace. Last night while Alfred was in the kitchen, I tried to unlock the private album on his phone. But he came back too quickly, and I didn’t have time to delete anything. I needed to erase all those videos before leaving. Just then, Alfred’s confused voice came from behind me: “Daisy, why are you packing? Where are you going?” My hands paused briefly as I calmly lied, “These things are too old. I’m throwing them away.” Alfred nodded, not noticing anything unusual, while I felt terrible inside. For the past five years, to save money, I never threw away old things but continued using them. If he had looked carefully, he would have noticed the box contained items I used daily. But Alfred never paid attention to me, nor did he care about these inexpensive items. For five years, he’s been acting along with me, which must have been quite tiresome for him. Alfred was wearing an exceptionally formal suit today, clearly expensive. I asked, “Is this a new suit?” Seeing me examining him, Alfred became somewhat flustered. “It’s a suit from the company. Since today’s client is important, I need to dress more formally.” Seeing I didn’t question his explanation, Alfred relaxed. Before leaving, he gave me a hug. “I’m very busy today. After I get my bonus tomorrow, I’ll buy you a gift to make it up to you.” “Okay,” I responded softly, feeling completely exhausted. As soon as Alfred left, I booked a flight online. After purchasing the ticket, I realized my account balance wasn’t enough. I went to the bank to withdraw the marriage fund I’d been saving for years. I had once dreamed of marrying Alfred, so I deposited money every month. But after checking the balance, the clerk frowned, returned my card, and said, “There’s only $27.68 left in this account.” Hearing this, I froze. The nearly empty balance hit my heart like a sledgehammer. “That’s impossible. For five years, I’ve been saving money every month.” The clerk informed me: “Your money has been regularly transferred out. It seems it’s been spent.” I felt sick, knowing exactly who was responsible. All these years, I worked tirelessly to support both of us. Even when I was so exhausted I could only eat ramen packets, I never touched the money in this account. But Alfred also knew the password. Although he always claimed he had no money, his clothes were expensive, and he even owned many luxury items. I forced a smile: “Please help me withdraw what’s left.” After receiving the money, I clutched it tightly, realizing it wasn’t nearly enough for my expenses after leaving. Gritting my teeth, I contacted my friend to help me find a high-paying part-time job. She quickly responded and introduced me to a position as a server at a banquet hall. In the evening, I went to the upscale hotel according to the address. After changing into my uniform, I cautiously entered the banquet hall, which was beautifully decorated with flowers and crystals everywhere. But in the next moment, I froze, my face turning pale. On stage, Alfred, dressed in a formal suit, was arm in arm with Mia, looking deeply in love. So this was the venue for the party Alfred had prepared for Mia, to welcome her back. Admiring comments from the surrounding guests continued to reach my ears. One woman remarked appreciatively, “Mr. Clark is so thoughtful toward Ms. Reid. This venue is decorated according to her preferences.” Another woman added, “I heard Mr. Clark prepared South African diamonds and jewelry worth billions of dollars. It seems they’ll be getting married soon.” I hurriedly lowered my head, suppressing the bitterness in my heart. For five years, the only gift Alfred ever gave me was a cheap pair of earrings worth about ten dollars from a street vendor. I even treasured them like precious items, rarely wearing them. I turned to leave, but suddenly someone tripped me. I lost my balance and crashed directly into the champagne tower, causing a tremendous noise. Countless bottles shattered on me. Immediately, I felt intense pain throughout my body. Everyone in the banquet hall turned to look, including the couple on stage. Seeing me in such a miserable state, Alfred was shocked: “What are you doing here?”
I endured the pain of glass piercing my palm as I looked at Alfred. “Alfred.” I managed to stand up. All at once, mocking, contemptuous, and disgusted glances shot toward me, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. Someone inquired, “Mr. Clark, do you know this waitress?” Alfred’s previously composed face revealed a hint of panic. Then, frowning, he said, “She was a waitress at a restaurant before. I felt sorry for her and gave her a tip. Since then, she’s been stalking me.” Hearing his words, the people around seemed to understand something, and their gazes toward me filled with judgment. A man said, “I’ve seen this trick many times. Mr. Clark’s status is beyond her reach.” A woman added, “Ms. Reid and Mr. Clark are perfect for each other. This waitress is actually trying to ruin their relationship.” I stared intently at Alfred. Alfred frowned as he strode forward, grabbing me and scolding in a low voice, “I’m here with clients. Why are you causing trouble? Do you want me to lose my job?” Even at this point, he was still acting. I tiredly pushed his hand away, not wanting to argue with him. Just then, Mia walked over, her expression haughty and disdainful. “Daisy, you were known as a good student in our university. How have you fallen to working as a waitress now?” Hearing her words, everyone around began to laugh. I looked at her with complicated feelings. Back then, I had only seen her from afar during a campus debate competition, knowing only that she was the daughter of the Reid family, cherished since childhood. However, I never imagined that simply because I won first place, I would fall into a five-year deception. Seeing that I remained silent, Mia smiled and tossed me a card, saying, “You’ve ruined my party. How will you compensate me?” I clenched my hands at my sides. She pointed to the alcohol displayed on the banquet hall tables and continued, “If you drink all of these, I’ll let you go and give you that card too.” I was stunned because I had just had surgery and couldn’t drink alcohol at all. Seeing that I didn’t move, Alfred became very impatient and lowered his voice, saying, “Are you trying to make me lose my job? How can you be so selfish? Can’t you think about me for once? Do you know how much these drinks cost? Even if you sold yourself, you couldn’t afford them. Drink now!” As he spoke, Alfred forcefully shoved the bottle into my hand. This was the man I had deeply loved for five years! The people around kept urging me, even pushing me. I took a deep breath, then with trembling hands raised the bottle and emptied it. I drank one bottle after another, eventually breaking into a cold sweat, with sharp pain radiating from my abdomen. I looked up at the very satisfied Mia. “I’ve finished. Is the money mine now?” Mia tossed the card in front of me like she was giving alms. After I picked it up, Alfred grabbed me and said, “Leave now, stop embarrassing me here. We’ll discuss this when I get back.” I was dragged to the door, nearly falling. Fighting through the pain, I looked back. At that moment, Alfred was carefully adjusting Mia’s dress, completely different from how he had treated me moments ago. I felt a lump in my throat but forced myself to hold back. That night, I developed a high fever. When I woke up again, I saw Alfred sitting by the bed. He looked very serious, pretending to be concerned as he asked, “Are you feeling better?” Without waiting for my response, he accused, “Do you know you almost ruined everything for me today?” I lowered my head, gripping the sheets tightly. After a long while, I asked softly, pretending to know nothing, “Weren’t you with clients? Why were you there? Why did they call you Mr. Clark?” Alfred’s eyes darted away. Then, holding my hand, he said, “That person is a major client of our company. Everything I did today was for our future. “Daisy, you don’t understand these people. To get close to the wealthy, I had to fabricate an identity. I love you, that’s why I had to do this. Don’t you want me to marry you?” Hearing these words, I felt nothing, but I still pretended to be very moved. Feigning confusion, I asked again, “I remember you saying there shouldn’t be secrets between lovers. But why do you have a private album on your phone? Is there something we still need to hide from each other?” After hearing what I said, Alfred froze. But his expression quickly returned to normal as he covered up, “I locked those videos because I was worried someone else might see them.” Then, he took out his phone and handed it to me, saying tenderly, “Try opening it. The password is your birthday.” I took it, feeling dazed. “Why is the password my birthday?” Alfred affectionately ruffled my hair. “Because I love you.” If I hadn’t already overheard those conversations, I might have actually believed him. After entering my birthday, I was indeed able to unlock the album. I didn’t look at anything and simply returned the phone to Alfred. He sighed with relief and changed the subject, “Tomorrow is your birthday. I plan to use this bonus to give you a proper celebration. And I’ve prepared a surprise for you. You must be there.” My nails dug deep into my palm, but I pretended to be deeply touched. “Alfred, you’re so good to me.” Seeing me like this, Alfred’s eyes betrayed a flash of contempt. That night, after Alfred fell asleep, I secretly unlocked his phone and saw messages constantly popping up. They seemed to be discussing tomorrow’s plan. [Alfred, didn’t you say you were going to share Daisy’s private videos with us on her birthday? Why haven’t you sent them yet?] [Do you think Daisy will cling to Alfred once she sees how rich he is?] [Of course! Typically, poor women like her latch onto wealthy men.] With trembling breath, I exited the group chat, then opened the private videos and albums and pressed “delete all.” In that moment, I felt nothing but relief. The next day, Alfred dressed very handsomely. He kissed me and said, “I’m going to set up the venue first. Make sure you dress nicely today, don’t wear those cheap clothes. I bought you a new dress. Remember to wear it.” I nodded. After Alfred left, I saw a red dress he had placed on the bed. It was made of fine material with a beautiful cut, unlike anything I’d worn over Christmas. This was the first time Alfred had given me something so expensive, but it was full of calculation. I tossed it back onto the bed and prepared to take my suitcase to the airport. Just then, my phone rang. My friend had sent me a link, anxiously asking: [Daisy, is this you? How could you make this kind of video?] Confused, I clicked the link, and my face suddenly turned pale. These were the private videos I had deleted last night, and the comments below were full of insulting remarks. All my information had been exposed. Many people were asking if I was the woman in the video, some even asking how much it would cost to sleep with me for a night. With trembling hands, I closed my phone, feeling cold all over. Why wouldn’t Alfred leave me alone? I thought deleting the videos would solve everything, but I never imagined he had already saved backups. I wiped away my tears, put on a mask, and headed to the airport. After checking in, I sent Alfred a message: [Let’s break up. I don’t love you anymore.] Then I removed my SIM card, threw it in the trash, and boarded the plane without hesitation. ***** At the Star Hotel, looking at the red roses on display, Alfred told the waiter, “Take all of these away and replace them with lilies, Daisy’s favorite.” Seeing how much he cared, his friends were shocked. One man asked, “Alfred, you haven’t fallen for her, have you? Why are you setting up the venue so carefully?” Another man added, “Didn’t you say you were going to teach her a lesson today?” Mia bit her lower lip, her beautiful face full of hurt. “Alfred, weren’t you supposed to be getting revenge for me? Why are you so serious about throwing her a birthday party?” Alfred’s expression was complex. After a long while, he took Mia’s hand. “Of course I want to surprise her first, then let her fall from heaven to hell. That’s more fun, isn’t it? Don’t worry. You’re the only one I care about.” Hearing his words, Mia smiled coyly. Just then, a surprised exclamation rang out. A man handed his phone to Alfred in shock. “Alfred, did you already release Daisy’s videos? Everyone online is talking about them.”
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