At 3 AM, Dustin Haynes was suffering from a gastric hemorrhage, and his condition was critical. Rosaline Fletcher was called to the hospital and immediately donated 1000cc of blood without hesitation. But when they reached the operating room, Dustin’s friends convinced Rosaline to go home and rest, claiming that Dustin needed quiet. As soon as Rosaline reached the first floor, she saw a nurse dumping all five bags of plasma drawn from her body straight into the trash! Immediately after, bursts of laughter erupted from a nearby room. “Hahaha, that idiot Rosaline actually gave 1000cc of blood! I can’t believe she actually went through with it!” “Incredible! Just seeing how pale she looked, I almost couldn’t hold back my laughter!” Rosaline froze. Shocked, she peered through the slightly open door and saw Dustin, who was supposed to be in the operating room. Dustin was wearing a hospital gown, his perfect profile carrying a hint of cynical amusement as he casually played on his phone with a smirk, showing no signs of someone dying from gastric bleeding. “Stop laughing and push the tower.” Rosaline stared at the scene in disbelief, thinking her grief had caused her to hallucinate. Soon, with the sound of a game victory, Dustin tossed his phone aside. “What’s wrong, Dustin? Done playing?” Dustin turned his head toward the window and said casually, “I’m bored. Help me count—how many times has this been?” The group exchanged glances, and one of them spoke up: “The first time, we told her you’d lost the ring you gave her in the pool. Rosaline spent the entire night searching in the freezing autumn water and came back with a high fever. The next day, she still didn’t give up and went back in the water while sick, nearly developing pneumonia!” “The second time, we told her Dustin’s birthday party was a pool party, so she showed up to the formal dinner as the only one wearing a bikini!” The group grew more excited as they continued, with someone clapping enthusiastically: “The third time, we deliberately planted that Pierce family heiress’s hundred-thousand-dollar necklace in her bag. She voluntarily called the police, righteously defended herself, and even swore an oath to make Dustin believe her innocence—it was hilarious!” “Including this time when we told her Dustin had gastric bleeding, that makes 96 times. Just a few more pranks and we’ll hit our goal!” As they talked, someone looked at Dustin with concern and sighed: “I just feel bad for Dustin. You’ve suffered through so many holidays just to get revenge on her. If you ask me, there are plenty of ways to get back at a woman—why make it so complicated?” “You don’t get it! It’s all because Rosaline is so self-righteous. If she hadn’t used every dirty trick in the book to steal Simone’s first chair violin position that Christmas, causing Simone’s depression and near suicide, why would Dustin go to such lengths to mess with her?” “Haha, Rosaline probably has no idea that Simone is Dustin’s favorite girl. If she hadn’t stolen Simone’s first chair position, Dustin wouldn’t have had to date her just for revenge! But Dustin’s already decided to dump her after the 99th prank. That’s when our fun will come to an end!” “What, you’re going to miss it? Maybe you should go after Rosaline once Dustin dumps her?” “Am I crazy…” Listening to these people mock her so carelessly in the room, Rosaline’s ears buzzed as if thunder had struck directly above her head. She never imagined it was all revenge. Their words were like sharp blades, each one stabbing into her heart until it was riddled with holes. Three years. She and Dustin had been together for three whole years. Dustin knew perfectly well how much she loved him. But if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears, she never would have believed that Dustin had only been with her to get revenge for Simone. Looking at Dustin in the hospital room, she suddenly felt like he was a complete stranger. Dustin came from the Haynes family, which held significant influence throughout all of New York. Built on ancestral wealth, the Haynes family’s business empire spanned the globe. Dustin’s background was one in a million, and his looks and talent were absolutely top-tier. Such an exceptional man was the dream of every socialite in New York, and Rosaline had fallen for him at first sight. Rosaline still remembered how stunning Dustin had looked when she first laid eyes on him. He was as noble as the moon in the sky, as cold as snow on a mountaintop, like some divine being. Back then, knowing she didn’t stand a chance, Rosaline had still shamelessly pursued Dustin for ages. Everyone called Rosaline delusional—after all, their family backgrounds were worlds apart. But no one expected that Dustin would actually agree. The day Dustin agreed to date her, Rosaline was so excited she couldn’t sleep all night. But now Rosaline realized that he had loved Simone all along. He had even been willing to lower himself to be with her for Simone’s sake, coming up with a plan to get revenge on her ninety-nine times! For a moment, Rosaline felt her heart being torn apart. Rosaline let out a bitter laugh. She thought she was absolutely ridiculous. She had believed they truly loved each other, but from beginning to end, she had just been a clown in everyone else’s eyes. Seeming to sense the gaze from outside the door, Dustin instinctively turned his head to look. The moment he turned, Rosaline immediately stepped aside, tears flooding her eyes. “Dustin, what are you looking at?” “Is someone outside? Go check.” Hearing footsteps moving around inside, Rosaline instinctively turned and fled in panic. Rosaline didn’t know why she was running—she hadn’t done anything wrong. She wandered aimlessly past the operating room, past the blood draw station, until she finally stopped when she slowly walked up to a trash can. Rosaline looked at the blood bags lying quietly in the trash and immediately burst into tears. Her tears fell like broken pearls onto the blood bags. She thought to herself, “So in his eyes, my sincere heart is nothing but garbage.” Rosaline laughed sarcastically and walked straight past the trash can toward the hospital exit. Just then, her phone rang. It was her brother Vincent Fletcher calling. “We’re moving the whole family next month. Rosaline, you need to decide whether you’re coming with us or not. If you keep hesitating, no one will be able to help you.” Though the Fletcher family wasn’t as prestigious as the Haynes family, they were still part of high society. Back then, to help Rosaline pursue her dream of joining Germany’s premier orchestra, her father Remington Fletcher had pulled every string he could, finally securing a transfer to Germany and moving the entire family for her dream. But later, Rosaline had resolutely decided to give up the opportunity and stay in the country for Dustin. Looking back now, Rosaline felt she had been incredibly stupid. Rosaline took a deep breath and said firmly, “Vincent, tell Mom and Dad that I’m coming with you.”
Vincent’s face lit up with surprise when he heard this, but he quickly realized something was off. “What about your boyfriend? That young master from the Haynes family?” Rosaline sniffled, her voice terribly hoarse. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Vincent seemed to sense something was wrong. “Rosaline, did something happen? You loved him so much, loved him to the point of madness, even willing to give up your position as principal in an internationally renowned orchestra, and now you’re telling me he doesn’t matter anymore?” Hearing this, Rosaline let out a cold laugh. Everyone knew she treasured Dustin like her own life! But however much she had loved Dustin before, that’s how clear-headed she was now. Thinking of the conversation in the hospital room just moments ago, thinking of her blood bag being thrown into the trash, Rosaline’s warm heart instantly turned ice cold. “I don’t love him anymore.” After hanging up, Rosaline hailed a cab and returned to the apartment she shared with Dustin. She looked around, and everywhere her eyes fell held memories of her and Dustin. Three years—they had lived together for three whole years, and every corner of this apartment recorded traces of their love. This apartment was Dustin’s gift to her on her birthday last year. This luxury apartment sat by the river, a sprawling penthouse with river views and breathtakingly expansive vistas—the kind of place ordinary people could never afford in a lifetime. But just because she had casually mentioned “wanting to see what Dustin looked like when he woke up,” he had tossed her the keys. This apartment held all the beautiful moments from their years together. They cooked in the kitchen, kissed at the dining table, made love on the sofa. Those scenes that had once been so romantic and tender now felt equally ironic and desolate. These past few days, Rosaline hadn’t visited Dustin at all, hadn’t even sent a single message. She locked herself at home and began clearing away all traces of their love. The refrigerator held notes about Dustin’s favorite foods, the nightstand drawer contained stomach medicine she’d prepared for him. She found their anniversary scrapbook in the closet, filled with records of their road trips along the West Coast, gambling in Las Vegas, kissing beneath the Disney castle… As memories came flooding back, Rosaline felt her nose sting and tears silently fell. Quickly, she snapped the scrapbook shut and threw it straight into the trash. After that, she discarded the love letters she’d written to Dustin and the diary recording his daily preferences. Each item she threw away felt like peeling away her past memories and years of love for him. By the third day, she had personally erased all traces of herself from the apartment. Looking at the now somewhat empty space, Rosaline felt relieved. Just as she grabbed her documents and prepared to leave, someone unlocked the apartment door. Dustin noticed that even their photos together were gone from the entryway cabinet, and his brow furrowed slightly. “Are you spring cleaning?” “Yeah, I cleared out some trash.” Dustin only noticed the apartment felt a bit colder, but didn’t think much of it. He looked at Rosaline with some displeasure. “I’ve been sick for so long, and you didn’t even come to visit once?” Rosaline had no mood left to play along. She just wanted to leave quickly. “Looks like you weren’t that seriously ill. You recovered from gastric bleeding pretty fast.” Whether from guilt or sensing something off about Rosaline’s mood, Dustin didn’t say much more. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her from behind as usual. “I heard you lost a lot of blood that day. Which arm did they draw from? Does it hurt?” But the moment Dustin touched Rosaline’s arm, she instinctively pulled away. “Not as much as your surgery hurt.” Dustin froze. He felt something was off about Rosaline today. Usually when they had spats, as long as he coaxed her a little and gave her a kiss, they’d make up immediately. But the current Rosaline felt somehow foreign to him. He felt like Rosaline was different from before. Dustin felt an inexplicable panic rising in his chest, but couldn’t figure out exactly what was wrong. “I’m the one who’s sick, and not only do you not comfort me, but you’re being so cold? You won’t even ask if I’m in pain?” “So are you in pain?” Dustin was momentarily stunned by Rosaline’s sudden question. He wondered, “Could Rosaline have figured something out?” But quickly, he sneered inwardly, thinking he was overthinking it: “Impossible. She loves me so much. If she really suspected something, she definitely wouldn’t be this calm.” “Of course it hurts. The doctors haven’t let me eat anything for days, and I’m just starting to feel a little better…” A cold smile flashed in Rosaline’s eyes. She tried to walk past him, but Dustin grabbed her wrist. “Alright, you’ve always wanted to go to that private club, right? My friends are throwing me a welcome-back party there. Let’s go together.”
Rosaline didn’t want to go. Although Dustin went there often and she was curious about it, the thought of being surrounded by all of Dustin’s friends immediately killed her interest. But Dustin was always domineering in his actions. Without waiting for Rosaline to refuse, he dragged her downstairs and into the car. At the club entrance, Dustin opened the car door for Rosaline as usual. Rosaline rolled her eyes and reluctantly got out. As soon as they entered the club, Rosaline’s attention was drawn to a familiar figure in the crowd. Simone Gordon was here too. The last time Rosaline had seen Simone was at the competition for the reserve position of principal violinist with a German orchestra. Simone stood among the crowd, wearing a fitted dress, still as gentle and elegant as she had been that Christmas. Rosaline had long known that Simone and Dustin’s families were old friends, but since being with Dustin, she hadn’t seen Simone again. Although she knew they’d been close since childhood, Rosaline had never thought much of it. She certainly never imagined that the person Dustin had always loved was Simone. Dustin led Rosaline toward the crowd. Simone, who had been chatting and laughing with others, seemed to sense something and looked up in their direction. Seeing them walking over arm in arm, a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Simone’s mouth. Seeing that mocking smile, Rosaline understood everything in an instant. She realized that Simone had known about Dustin’s revenge plan all along, and she herself had been nothing more than a pawn in their game from the very beginning! In that moment, an overwhelming sense of suffocation suddenly pressed down on Rosaline, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. When Dustin saw Simone, his hand immediately slipped from Rosaline’s shoulder. He casually made up an excuse: “I didn’t lock my car properly. You go ahead and enjoy yourself.” With that, he patted Rosaline’s shoulder and left the venue. Seeing Dustin leave, Simone revealed a meaningful smile, walked past Rosaline, and followed Dustin outside. Watching their retreating figures, Rosaline suddenly felt the impulse to chase after them and confront Dustin. But before she could take a step, someone blocked her path. Several of Dustin’s friends surrounded her. “Rosaline, how’s your recovery going? Dustin was able to bounce back so quickly thanks to you.” “Absolutely! Let me toast you! You gave 1000cc of blood that day!” They spoke while crowding around Rosaline. She kept backing away until suddenly her foot found nothing but air. Before she could cry out, her vision spun wildly. She tumbled down the stairs, finally landing in a heap on the first floor. Intense pain hit her immediately, and Rosaline could no longer think clearly. Through her fading consciousness, she dimly saw Dustin and Simone kissing outside the door in the distance. Then everything went black, and she lost consciousness completely. When she woke up again, Dustin immediately handed her medicine and water. “You’re finally awake. The doctor said you missed a step and hit your head, but it’s nothing serious. Take your medicine and get some rest.” Hearing Dustin’s words, Rosaline froze. She tried to recall what happened, but her head throbbed as if it might explode. Instinctively, she swallowed the pills, drank the water, and fell back asleep in her dizziness. She had many bizarre dreams filled with chaotic sounds and fragments of memories. Rosaline felt like she was running through darkness when she suddenly saw a beam of light. Just as she was about to break free from the darkness, she discovered that at the end of the light was a couple kissing. Rosaline’s eyes snapped open. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, but now she was gasping for breath, drenched in sweat. Looking around, she noticed Dustin had already left. Just then, her phone buzzed with a group message. 【97th revenge mission, perfectly executed!】 【So hilarious, she actually rolled down the stairs! Wonder if she saw Dustin and Simone making out?】 Several people in the group were cheerfully joking around. Suddenly, someone frantically sent: 【Oh shit, wrong group! Rosaline’s in this chat too, quick, delete it!】 This group chat had been created last Christmas when Dustin and Rosaline first got together, so he could introduce her to his friends. After the messages were quickly deleted, the chat window became empty. Staring at the empty chat window, Rosaline’s fingertips trembled. Only now did she realize she hadn’t accidentally missed a step—they had deliberately cornered her at the staircase. She understood this was yet another calculated act of revenge. The thought that Dustin was kissing Simone while she was falling down the stairs made Rosaline’s heart ache unbearably. Soon, Dustin’s call came through. “Are you awake? What do you want to eat? I’ll pick something up.” Rosaline suppressed her trembling voice: “No need, I’m not hungry.” There was a pause on the other end, then Dustin casually asked, “Did you… happen to check the group messages just now?” Rosaline gripped her phone tightly, took a deep breath, and said calmly, “No, I was sleeping the whole time. Why?” Dustin seemed relieved: “Nothing. Just rest well. I’ll come back after I finish things at the office. Don’t worry, with me around, I won’t let you get hurt again.” Rosaline’s eyes filled with sarcasm. Dustin’s words sounded utterly hypocritical. After all, every injury she’d suffered so far had been caused by Dustin himself. After hanging up, Rosaline endured her physical discomfort and began packing, planning to go straight back to her own place. However, as soon as she stood by the roadside waiting for a ride, a black van silently pulled up in front of her. Before she could react, four or five burly men jumped out of the vehicle and forcibly dragged her into the van. “Let me go! Who are you! Mmph!” Rosaline struggled desperately, but a cloth soaked in anesthetic was pressed firmly over her nose and mouth. As her vision began to blur, everything went black, and she lost consciousness again. When she woke up again, Rosaline found herself tied to a large bed, with four or five thugs sitting beside it. Seeing her awake, one of them smiled and pulled out a gleaming knife, pointing it at her right hand. “I heard you play violin? It’d be such a shame to ruin these hands…” Rosaline looked at them in terror: “What are you doing? Let me go!” “Don’t be scared, just bear with it. It’ll be over soon… we’ll just sever a few tendons first, won’t interfere with our fun later!” The anesthetic hadn’t completely worn off, leaving Rosaline powerless to resist. Just as the cold blade was about to slice into Rosaline’s wrist, the door suddenly burst open with a violent kick. Dustin stormed in with his men. Seeing Rosaline on the bed and the bloody marks on her wrist, his expression instantly turned dangerously dark. “Take them all down.” “Yes, Mr. Haynes.” Soon, the group was dragged away. Only Dustin and Rosaline, curled up on the bed, remained in the room. Rosaline was still trembling, seemingly unable to recover from the terror she’d just experienced. Dustin reached out to pull her into his arms, but Rosaline instinctively screamed and shrank back. Dustin’s hand froze mid-air. Looking at Rosaline, his heart twisted with sharp pain. Soon after, Rosaline lost consciousness from extreme shock. When Rosaline woke up again, she found herself back at the apartment. From outside the bedroom came Dustin’s icy voice. “Talk. Whose idea was this?” Someone answered in a low voice: “Dustin, we did this for your own good. Don’t you want to be free sooner? This was the 99th time. After this ends, you and Rosaline can finally be done with each other…” A loud crash echoed as something heavy hit the ground. Dustin’s voice blazed with fury: “Did I tell you to destroy her?!” “Dustin, she’s just a tool for revenge! She stole Simone’s place to begin with—wouldn’t destroying her be perfect?” Dustin froze, his fist suspended in mid-air, then slammed it hard into the mirror. Glass shattered, blood streaming down. The room fell into dead silence. After a long while, someone asked uncertainly: “Dustin, you haven’t… fallen for her, have you?”
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