My boyfriend is stunningly handsome, successful, and rich. After three years together, I decided it was finally time to bring him home for the holidays to meet my parents. But the moment I posted a photo of Liam and me in our family group chat, it exploded! “Chloe, I get that you might be desperate, but you can’t just date anyone who’s breathing!” “Are you trying to skip those blind dates by bringing home some random guy just to upset Mom?” I stared blankly at Liam beside me. He’s over six feet tall, with chiseled abs, wearing a custom Armani suit. But the next second, Dad sent back the photo I’d just posted with a message. “Chloe, are you blind? You picked such a short, ugly loser for a boyfriend?” I looked at the man in the photo. He looked old, balding, with a beer belly, and barely five feet tall. He was wearing shabby clothes and holding me in a creepy way. But the photo wasn’t AI-generated, and there were no signs of editing. I looked up at Liam again, still standing there like a Greek statue. I kept asking people around me, but everyone described Liam as short, poor, and ugly. I could not handle the shock. I slowly began to lose my mind. Eventually, I was sent to a mental hospital and accidentally killed by another patient. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I was about to introduce my boyfriend publicly.
My parents always played favorites with my sister Lily, and I suspected they wanted me to ditch Liam for her. This time, I didn’t send a photo of us together to the family group. Instead, I sent only Liam’s picture and told a little lie. “This is my best friend Ashley’s new boyfriend. What do you guys think of him?” But to my shock, their replies were exactly the same. “How could Ashley date such a loser? Is she going through something lately?” “Chloe, as her best friend, you need to talk some sense into her. Don’t let her just date anyone.” “Chloe, you need to tell Ashley to break up with him! He’s clearly punching above his weight!” I was stunned. If last time they were just messing with me because they knew Liam was my boyfriend… This time, they had no reason to trick me about Ashley. Just as I was lost in thought, Mom’s message popped up. “Didn’t you say you found a boyfriend? The holidays are coming. Bring him home.” Dad chimed in. “Exactly! It’s time our family of four became five. You’re not getting any younger, after all.” “Chloe, when are you bringing Liam home? Don’t you dare end up like Ashley.” My hand, holding the phone, started sweating cold. I couldn’t imagine the expressions on their faces if I actually brought Liam home. Liam’s tall frame enveloped me from behind as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his tone a playful pout. “Chloe, what did your family say? Are you taking me home to meet your parents for the holidays?” I looked at his handsome profile, sunlight shining on him like he was an angel descended from heaven. How could he possibly be the short, poor, and ugly guy my family was describing? That height difference… that chiseled, sculptural face… the luxurious fabric of his clothes… Every detail reminded me that Liam was the living definition of a ‘dream guy.’ This time, I was cautious and didn’t agree right away. “Of course, I’ll take you to meet my parents. But before that, can you do me a small favor?” He chuckled softly and kissed my forehead. “Anything, baby. You name it.” An idea sparked in my mind. “Liam, would you mind taking a few photos with Ashley at the park later?” Liam’s face instantly fell, looking hurt. “Chloe, are you trying to set your man up with someone else?” I quickly reassured him, lying that I’d lost a dare, and it was just a request from Ashley. “Just three photos in the park, then you’re free to go. No touching or anything.” Liam looked at my pleading face and finally softened. “Just this once.” I sighed in relief and called Ashley. “Ashley, are you free? I just need you to take three photos with my boyfriend at the park.” But I didn’t expect her to refuse so vehemently. “Are you serious? You want me to take pictures with your short, ugly loser boyfriend? You’d be better off killing me!” It was one thing for my family to fool me, but why was Ashley saying the same thing? Ashley had seen Liam many times before. Why was she suddenly calling him short, poor, and ugly now? “Chloe, I wanted to tell you to break up three years ago. But you were so deeply in love, I was afraid you’d do something stupid, so I kept quiet.” “You’re such a love-struck fool. How can you treat that kind of trash like a treasure? The smell of him makes me want to puke, how have you endured it for three years?” My heart leaped. Could it really be that love was blind for me? Even what she called his ‘old man smell’ seemed like a pleasant fragrance to me, actually quite nice…
I still didn’t believe it. I took a deep breath and decided to bribe Ashley. “If you agree this time, I’ll get you the new LV bag that just came out.” “Deal. But don’t ask me again.” After Ashley hung up, the more I thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. Even with a beauty filter, the difference couldn’t be this drastic. Three days later, the photos Ashley sent me shattered my illusions. The man in the photo was the exact same one my dad had sent me in the previous life, the one I was supposedly hugging. I looked at the photos on my phone – they were perfectly natural, no signs of alteration. Just then, Liam came home. I rushed to him. “Liam, did you keep any of the photos from today?” “Of course, I did. Wouldn’t want you nagging me about it.” He handed me his phone. In his photos, he and Ashley stood together, looking like absolute gods. How could this be… Where did it go wrong? I took his phone to the balcony, comparing the two sets of photos repeatedly. Same park, same time, same poses, only the people were different. The other two photos were the same. Liam came to the balcony, wrapped his arms around me, and complained playfully. “Baby, I did what you asked, why do you still look upset?” His scent was still so fresh and clean, like orange soda, utterly captivating. But the thought that the man holding me now could be that man in the photos made my skin crawl. “No… no way. I… I was just jealous, that’s why I looked upset.” Liam instantly perked up at my words. “Then since I completed your mission, you have to give me a kiss.” I looked at his angelic face, about to lean in, but the image of the man in the photos instantly killed my appetite. I gently pushed him away, giving a nervous, guilty smile. “A kiss? That’s nothing! I’ll cook you dinner tonight as a reward.” Liam didn’t notice my odd behavior. He just kissed my cheek and said, “Okay!” I went to the kitchen and sent the photo to the family SnapChat group, along with a message. “Is the man you saw last time the same one in this photo?” Replies quickly poured in. “Why hasn’t Ashley broken up with that guy yet? They’re completely mismatched! Ashley is 5’5″, even in heels, she’d be taller than him!” “Chloe, has your best friend been brainwashed by this man? What does he even have going for him?” “Chloe, look at his clothes, they smell like an old man’s. He’s probably wearing his dad’s hand-me-downs!” As if I wouldn’t believe them, Dad sent a separate photo of the man into the group. “See? This is the same guy you posted in the group last time, isn’t it?” I carefully examined the single photo – still the same time, same background, same pose, but a different person. Why were the photos I took so different from what they saw? Liam, who hadn’t seen me come out yet, knocked on the kitchen door. “Chloe, why are you zoning out in the kitchen? How about I cook instead?” “No, no, it’ll be ready in a minute. Just wait at the dining table.” I quickly finished two dishes and carried them out. But as Liam sat down, I glimpsed the butterfly birthmark on his neck. It was Liam’s unique mark. I immediately pulled out Ashley’s photos and the family group photos to compare. My jaw dropped. The birthmark on that man’s neck in the photos was identical to Liam’s…
I picked at my food, my mind a mess. Looking at Liam beside me, I cautiously spoke. “Liam… there’s something I need to ask, but please don’t get angry.” Liam turned to me, smiling gently. “Okay, I won’t be angry, no matter what you ask.” “Has anyone ever told you what you look like?” He was silent for a moment. My heart sank. Had I accidentally brought up a sore spot? Did everyone think he was ugly? The next moment, he chuckled, taking my hand and guiding it to his face. “Everyone has always told me I’m handsome since I was a kid. I was voted Campus King every single year since junior high.” He seemed to worry I wouldn’t believe him, so he pulled out his phone to show me pictures from his college days. For four whole years, Liam’s photos were displayed on the ‘Hottest Guys’ wall, and he consistently ranked number one by a landslide. Seeing my bewildered expression, Liam flicked my forehead playfully. “What? Can’t stand that your boyfriend is just naturally this gorgeous?” “I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours. You didn’t doubt me when we first started dating, but now that we’re about to meet your parents, you’re getting suspicious? Are you looking for an excuse to break up with me?” Liam feigned a serious look, and I could only push my doubts down. During dinner, I was distracted, constantly glancing at Liam, trying to find anything unusual. But I came up empty-handed. It wasn’t until we were in bed that my mind started racing again. Watching Liam sleep beside me, an idea formed. If love was blind, how did that explain the height difference? Why did everyone else see him as barely five feet tall, while I saw him as over six feet? I carefully slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Liam. I walked to the entrance and checked all of Liam’s shoes – no insoles. Still not satisfied, I pulled a tape measure from the drawer and crept back onto the bed to measure his height. If six feet was just my visual perception, a tape measure would be accurate, right? But Liam kept turning over precisely when I was trying to measure him, preventing me from succeeding. I retracted the tape measure and then stared at his stomach. The man in the photos had a beer belly, but Liam had eight-pack abs. Were his abs fake? Was he wearing something under his shirt? I’d seen videos about guys faking abs, and my hand slowly reached towards his stomach. Just as I was about to confirm, he caught my hand. Liam opened his eyes, a playful smirk on his face. “Honey, are you feeling a little restless tonight? Looking for some action?” Cold sweat instantly dripped down my back. Thankfully, he didn’t notice I’d been trying to measure his height. “No, I was just worried your stomach might get cold… It’s late, let’s just go to sleep.” I quickly lay back down, pretending to be asleep. But Liam rolled onto me, his warm lips claiming mine. “Baby, you’ve definitely stirred something up, and it’s not going away easily.” I didn’t find out anything all night, but Liam definitely wore me out. What a waste of an investigation! The next morning, Liam looked utterly satisfied as he gazed at me, still sprawled exhaustedly on the bed. “Baby, when are you going to take me to meet your parents?” “You’re so adorable, I’m almost tempted to just lock you up and keep you all to myself.” Liam’s reminder made me quickly pull out my phone. The date I’d promised to bring Liam home was tomorrow.
I thought about how good Liam had been to me for three years-gentle, meticulous, attentive, and generous. Even if he was short and clumsy, I’d accept it. But he couldn’t be poor… And in these three years, he had spent at least a million on me. That couldn’t be fake. “Tomorrow, then. Happy?” Liam’s eyes sparkled with joy, and he kissed me. “Why didn’t you say so sooner? Now I don’t have time to prepare gifts for your parents.” “Chloe, don’t sleep in. Get up quickly and take me to pick out their gifts.” I gave him an unamused look, not bothering to point out who had worn me out so badly last night. Liam pretended not to notice, pulling out a custom-tailored suit from his closet and looking at me. “Chloe, can I wear this to meet your parents tomorrow?” I felt a pang of déjà vu. Last time, my parents had looked at him with disgust and disdain when he wore this. They’d almost physically attacked him. But to me, Liam was a walking clothes hanger; everything looked good on him. Especially this custom suit, which perfectly showcased his flawless physique. After getting everything ready, Liam called to reserve the entire luxury mall and drove me there in his Maybach. The sales associate at the jewelry store bowed respectfully to Liam. “Sir, how may I help you?” “I need nearly a hundred pounds of gold bars, and please pick out the most exquisite gold rings and earrings for my parents.” The sales associate’s face lit up with an irrepressible smile. I couldn’t help but look at him. “This is so expensive, won’t it be too much?” “They’re my future in-laws, how can it be too much? What’s mine is yours, honey.” Liam also picked out a Patek Philippe watch for my dad and bought Lily the entire new collection from LV. I figured he couldn’t possibly be poor. I took photos of all the gifts he bought and sent them to Ashley. But I received a skeptical reply from her. “Chloe, be careful! This could be a romance scam! A lot of guys who look respectable on the surface lure you in by taking out huge loans, then stick you with massive debt, claiming it was all for you.” “These guys work with shady loan agencies, earning huge interest fees.” I didn’t believe her. I sent her photos of Liam’s luxury car and mansion. “Those can all be rented! Don’t be so naive and believe everything.” My cheerful mood instantly died down. The next day, I brought Liam home with a mix of excitement and anxiety. My family’s expressions shifted from blatant shock and disdain to forced, strained smiles. Dad accepted Liam’s gifts. “So this is Chloe’s boyfriend? You shouldn’t have bought so much and gone to all this trouble. Come, sit down and eat.” Mom, meanwhile, dragged me aside. “So, all this time, the ‘best friend’s boyfriend’ you mentioned was actually yours? Were you too embarrassed to admit it?” Lily even went so far as to dramatically cover her nose, staying as far from Liam as if he were a monster. Dinner passed in stiff silence. It wasn’t until Liam and I were on our way out that I caught the three of them flashing a synchronized “V” sign behind our backs. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but I hadn’t expected the group chat to explode the moment we got home. “Chloe, look at what he brought! Fake gold bars, a knock-off watch, a replica bag! Is he trying to make fools of us? All of it put together isn’t even worth a thousand! How can he be so shameless?” “Your dad and I are telling you right now: if you don’t break up with him, we’re cutting you off.” “Chloe, you can’t imagine how bad he smelled at dinner. It made me want to vomit.” But I just scoffed, nestling into Liam’s arms, and sent a reply. “Cut the act. I know exactly why you’re all calling Liam some short, penniless nobody!”
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