During the second Christmas of my relationship with Xavier Nelson, his career took a hit and his company went bankrupt. In our toughest times, we squeezed into a cheap apartment, surviving on canned food and instant spaghetti. I stayed by his side throughout, believing our lives would get better. On our 70th day in that apartment, I went to an underground clinic to sell my blood, hoping to raise enough money to help him network. I was excited to surprise him. Just then, Xavier’s former college classmate Sharon Foster suddenly sent me a message: “The link has what you want to see.” It was an exclusive forum for the Christmas elite’s entertainment. A post about me was pinned at the top. With trembling hands, I clicked on it. Inside were photos of me working late nights in our tiny apartment alongside pictures of Xavier living it up at upscale clubs. “This girl is so gullible! Xavier casually mentioned wanting a promotion, and she actually sold her blood to raise money.” “The fifth time, he tricked her into entertaining clients, and she drank so much she ended up in the hospital… The eighth time, he convinced her to mortgage the apartment to support his business venture, and she actually did it… She’s such a fool!” “Xavier said if she could endure fifty deceptions, he’d marry her.” “With just five more to go, will Xavier keep his promise to marry her…” “Five million dollars says she won’t figure it out. This is too entertaining.” ***** On our two-week Christmas anniversary, I stood pale-faced, clutching the bank card in my hand. Today I sold my blood at an underground clinic and finally raised the fifty thousand dollars he needed. Overjoyed, I placed the bank card into a gift box with shaking hands and took out the love letter I’d written while he was away. The letter was filled with all my love for Xavier. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, I wanted to stay by his side forever as his wife. Looking at the bank card resting on top of the letter, I smiled. With this fifty thousand dollars, Xavier could secure that business deal. Just as he said, I was looking forward to our happy future together. I couldn’t help imagining how ecstatic he would look when he received the money. I chuckled softly, picturing Xavier moved to tears when reading my handwritten letter. It was almost time for him to return, so I stood up. I had used the extra money from selling blood to buy some beef to make spaghetti for him. What I didn’t expect was that, due to excessive blood loss, I collapsed when I stood up. My knee was bleeding, and I passed out. When I regained consciousness, everything was dark. Xavier hadn’t returned. More than my dizzy head and aching body, I worried something had happened to him. I reached for my phone to call him but suddenly received a message from Sharon. It was a video, the images painfully clear. The man I’d been waiting for was surrounded by scantily clad blonde women, feeding each other champagne. The next moment, Xavier raised his glass and walked toward Sharon with a satisfied smile. The video abruptly ended. My fingers trembled, and my mind went blank. My phone vibrated again. “Seeing you’ve been fooled for so long, I’ll tell you something.” I saw a link appear. “The link has what you want to see.” When I clicked it, a prompt appeared: “Pay $10,000 to view.” But I had given all my money to Xavier. Sharon, as if aware of my predicament, generously transferred me $10,000. I disliked owing favors, but my instinct told me I needed to see the content. I accepted the money and wrote a formal IOU promising to repay her. Yet my fingers still trembled uncontrollably as I entered the payment password. A notification sound rang, and my phone screen lit up. I discovered it was a prank forum.
My breathing became rapid. On the forum’s homepage, a thread about me was pinned at the most prominent position. I clicked on it with trembling hands. In the collaged photos, the left showed me working late in my cramped apartment, while the right showed Xavier enjoying himself at an upscale club. Below were more comparison photos—me eating instant spaghetti, him savoring steak and wine; me walking home in the rain, him relaxing in a luxury car… The post was labeled: [The hottest exposé thread online.] My breathing quickened, but I couldn’t stop myself from reading on. [This girl is so gullible. Xavier said he needed funds, and she went to sell her blood.] [She’s just an ordinary person, yet so money-hungry, now she can only eat instant spaghetti.] [She bought a tiny bit of beef with her blood money to make dinner, how pathetic.] [The fifth time, he tricked her into entertaining clients, she drank too much and ended up in the hospital… The eighth time, he convinced her to mortgage her apartment to support his business, and she actually did it… She’s so stupid!] [Xavier said if she could endure fifty deceptions, he’d marry her.] [With five more to go, will Xavier keep his promise to marry her…] [Five million dollars, I bet she won’t figure it out. This is too entertaining.] This seemed to be a prank forum where Christmas’s elite amused themselves, each comment displaying real names. Looking at those familiar names, I smiled bitterly. So our relationship was just a game. Just then, Sharon messaged me: [How does it feel?] [Gold digger, you’re not worthy of Xavier!] My phone fell to the floor as I realized I was crying. Sharon wasn’t just Xavier’s classmate; they grew up together. During Christmas’s college years, Xavier fell in love with me at first sight, breaking ties with Sharon because of it. This also led to him being suppressed by the Nelson and Foster families, hindering his career and bankrupting his company. [By the way, Xavier won’t be coming home tonight.]
The wound on my knee had scabbed over, but the cheap apartment I rented to save money started leaking during the heavy rain. It felt like a downpour in my heart too. Xavier, just as Sharon had said, didn’t come home all night. When daylight broke, he finally pushed open the door and said guiltily, “Darling, I’m back. I’m sorry, last night’s business dinner ran too late. I didn’t want to wake you, so I slept elsewhere.” Xavier’s expression remained gentle as he hugged me warmly, but I no longer felt that flutter in my heart. Xavier said, “Gabriella, once I get through this busy period, I’ll marry you. We’ll be the happiest couple in the world.” He leaned drunkenly against my shoulder, smiling. He didn’t even ask if I wanted to marry him because he knew I did. “Go to sleep,” I said, patting Xavier’s shoulder. He took off his jacket and crawled under the covers. I stared at the lipstick stain on his jacket, clenching my fists. Xavier didn’t wake up until nearly evening, beckoning me over. “Darling, I’m so hungry,” he said, looking at me pitifully. I said, “I’ll make you some spaghetti.” Xavier rested his chin on his hand, sitting at the dining table, gazing at me lovingly. When I brought over the spaghetti covered in meat sauce, he slowly turned his head toward the package of dry spaghetti sitting on the stove not far away. He lowered his head, twirling the spaghetti with his fork. The next second, Xavier suddenly stood up and hugged me, saying, “Darling, with you, I feel so happy.” Xavier spoke with such sincerity that I almost believed him. I never imagined someone as distinguished as Xavier would stoop to living in such a tiny apartment just to play me. “I’ve gathered enough money.” My sudden words made Xavier freeze. I pulled away from his embrace, picked up the box I’d set aside, and handed it to him. He stared at me carefully for a long time before finally reaching out to take the box. “Darling, if this deal goes through, we’ll have money. Then I can…” Xavier spoke earnestly, looking at me without a trace of guilt. “I don’t want money,” I interrupted seriously, remembering how others called me a gold digger. I said, “Xavier, I’m with you because I love you.” Xavier paused, his eyes flashing with emotions I couldn’t quite read. I said, “If one day you don’t like me anymore, don’t lie to me. Just tell me directly, and I’ll disappear from your life.” Xavier reacted quickly, hugging me with reddened eyes. He said, “Darling, did I do something wrong to make you feel insecure? Don’t worry, those women outside are just for show. Once I make enough money, I’ll give you the grandest wedding in the world. Okay?” Before he could finish, he was interrupted by an urgent phone ringtone. Xavier kissed my forehead reassuringly before answering the call. A sugary female voice came clearly through his phone: “Xavier, when are you coming to see me?” Stunned, Xavier fumbled to hang up the call. But I still saw Sharon’s name on his phone screen. “Don’t misunderstand,” Xavier said awkwardly. I looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then nodded. “I believe you.” The two years of my youth that I’d devoted wholeheartedly turned out to be nothing but a joke. And I was the punchline. Xavier kissed me, then went out again. I sat down and finished the spaghetti he hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t eaten properly in so long that I’d almost forgotten what beef tasted like. My phone notification chimed. Sharon had sent me another message—a screenshot of her chat with Xavier. In the image, Xavier was telling her he was coming to see her now. I didn’t reply, silently taking out my phone to make a call. I said, “Mom, I miss you. Can you come pick me up and take me home…” It’s so cold here, and my heart aches. ***** Xavier walked out the door and got into a car. After driving two miles, he stopped. He took out a Porsche key from his pocket and got in. He sat in the car for a long time before slowly taking out the gift box I’d given him. Xavier frowned, his eyes panicked and uncertain. His fingertips traced the edges of the box. Sometimes, he really wanted to call me stupid. He couldn’t understand how someone could sacrifice everything for another person’s dream. Xavier closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat, unable to calm his mind. After a long while, he took out his phone and found that prank forum. After editing for a while, he finally posted: [If anyone dares tell Gabriella the truth, I’ll kill them.] Xavier seemed to think that wasn’t enough and added: [I’m not joking.] After sending the message, he tossed his phone aside and stared at the gift box in his hand. Xavier thought: “Just five more times left. When this is all over, I’ll give her everything she wants and make it up to her properly. Everything that’s happened will just be a catalyst for our relationship, nothing important.”
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