After the first time we slept together, my boyfriend laughed coldly. "You never expected this, did you? I'm the scum you rejected back in high school." "How does it feel to have your first time taken by trash?" Staring at Wyatt’s face—the bleached hair now dyed black, the ear piercings healed—I could vaguely see the look of humiliation and rage from years ago when I rejected his confession. I looked at him with relief. "You really are brothers. Your brother said the exact same thing." "He's in the closet. Let's invite him out, shall we?" 01 After waking up, Wyatt kept laughing, louder and louder. I thought he discovered the secret in the closet, my heart pounding. While re-hooking my bra strap, I pretended to be calm and asked, "What's wrong?" Wyatt wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. "I'm laughing at you. The straight-A student, the Valedictorian. Who knew you'd lose so completely to me this time!" He pointed at the messy bed, his tone proud and reckless. "You still haven't recognized me? It's me, Wyatt Vance. The 'trust fund trash' from the remedial class in high school." "The scum you rejected just slept with you last night. Tsk, top of the class, high degree... you're not all that in bed." Distracted, I hooked my bra strap wrong. It was uneven, cutting into my chest and making it hard to breathe. I looked at the boyfriend I had lived with for a year. My mind was a mess, and I could only ask one thing. "Why treat me like this?" When I met Wyatt, I had just gained a foothold in New York City. He was a new intern. On his first day, he spilled coffee on my shirt. He was handsome, his eyes red-rimmed as he apologized profusely. I didn't hold it against him, but Wyatt clung to me after that. He claimed to be from a single-parent family, working part-time to put himself through college. His pitiful story, so similar to my own background, made me care for him a little more. Over time, whenever I worked late, Wyatt was there. He always saved a portion of his lunch for me. When I was followed walking home at night, Wyatt beat the guy up and ended up in the station with a concussion, almost brain-damaged. The day we became official, he showed up at my door after dark with just a backpack, saying his landlord kicked him out. His young, handsome face looked pathetic. "Sister, can you lend me two hundred? I'll pay you back." Things happened naturally, and we moved in together. Today was our one-year anniversary, and Wyatt’s birthday. He closed his eyes to make a wish. When he opened them, his voice was hoarse. "God can't grant my wish, but you can." He undid his shirt with trembling hands, offering himself as a gift. Six-foot-four, lean muscle. Who wouldn't be moved? But now, Wyatt wore a mocking smile. He tore apart his planned revenge right in front of me. After speaking, he looked at me expectantly, waiting for my reaction. "Valedictorian, let's agree now, don't cry. You just got played by scum once, it's not a stain on your life~" I suddenly laughed. Laughed until I had to wipe my tears. 02 Wyatt froze, a flicker of unnaturalness in his eyes. He lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply, and scoffed. "What are you laughing at? Don't act like it's nothing. Don't you girls care about that kind of thing?" "Otherwise, I wouldn't have wasted a year tricking you into bed." I stood up and pressed my hand against the closet door. A two-meter-tall wardrobe, wide enough to hide a person. "Wyatt, you mentioned before that you have a brother, right?" "Like brother, like brother. He's in here too." "Let's invite him out, shall we?" The smile on Wyatt’s face froze. He was furious, his eyes bloodshot. "Harper! You played my brother too?!" "When did this happen? Speak!" I invited Wyatt to open the closet door. He hurriedly put on his clothes, waved away the smoke, and stood before the closet. He studied my expression seriously. "Harper, you're lying. How would you know my brother? He would never..." The next second, Wyatt stopped. I opened the closet door a crack. Revealing the tip of a men's leather shoe. Wyatt looked like he'd been struck by lightning. Gasping for air, he stumbled back a few steps and ran out the door. Only when I heard the car start downstairs did I lose my strength. I pulled the closet door open completely. Inside was a groom's suit. And my wedding dress. Plus a bouquet of roses for a proposal. I had planned to propose tonight, on Wyatt’s birthday. Luckily, Wyatt revealed his true colors early. Luckily, he didn't love me. Since my sincerity was trampled, I felt no guilt lying to him. 03 Since we separated that day, I assumed we were broken up. But at the company team-building event, a thoughtful colleague arranged for us to sit together. Wyatt was late. And he brought a new female companion. When he introduced her, his gaze swept over me with a faint smile. "This is the girl I've been chasing for years. She just came back from abroad. First time meeting everyone." The colleague who arranged the seating sent me an apologetic message. [Sorry, I didn't know you guys broke up.] [It's okay. I didn't have time to say.] [I thought I'd be attending your wedding! First time seeing such a devoted guy. When you had cramps, he'd cry while warming your stomach... why did you break up?] I didn't reply because Wyatt skillfully started peeling crawfish. The girl he brought smiled shyly and pushed her bowl forward. "Thanks, baby." But Wyatt put the crawfish meat into my bowl. Under everyone's gaze, the air went quiet. He raised an eyebrow, laughing nonchalantly. "Oh, I saw Sister Harper had no one serving her, so I'm taking care of her. You didn't bring a date to the mixer? Must be single. Other guys should take a look at our Sister Harper." "High degree, strong work ability, pushing thirty but no wrinkles, looks young." "Single-parent family, no need to take care of in-laws, and she can take care of kids. Perfect!" Several male colleagues were eager to move. Using toasts as an excuse, they asked about my criteria for a partner. Just as a business card was handed over, Wyatt suddenly laughed, interrupting. "Forgot to mention, do you guys have a 'virginity complex'? If so, forget it. Sister Harper isn't suitable." My face went pale. Everyone knew what he meant. A few younger men smiled awkwardly and changed the subject. A divorced male colleague took advantage of the toast to squeeze my shoulder, whispering, "It's okay, I don't mind." I stood up and slapped him. Wiping my hands with a wet wipe, I turned to the girl Wyatt brought: "Hello. If you require a boyfriend who is a virgin, Wyatt definitely isn't suitable for you." Wyatt’s face turned the color of paper. 04 The girl held onto Wyatt’s arm and smiled politely. "Sister, I know about that. But Wyatt must have his reasons." "He's always been clumsy. He's used to learning from others before coming back to take care of me." "Men need experience to be experts. Women... too much experience is bad. There's always a difference between men and women." Wyatt affectionately kissed the girl's forehead, looking at me indifferently. "Right. Theory isn't enough. Only after practical application can I treat my girlfriend better." The girl reminded him softly. "It's really me! Thanks to Sister for reminding us, we haven't gone official yet! Don't want people misunderstanding who the third wheel is~" Wyatt tapped her nose dotingly. "Your mouth is sharper than our high-achieving student. But don't play smart, she used to be formidable." "Hmph, am I formidable or is she?" The girl acted coy. Wyatt raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm not like some people, picking partners based on degrees. Snobs." The answer was self-evident. I downed a few glasses of wine and prepared to leave. Amidst the cheers, Wyatt pulled me back, asking me to take a picture. "Sister Harper, you're smart, you take good photos. Thanks." Everyone looked over. With a cold face, I watched the flash as the two kissed. I pressed the shutter numbly. I remembered when Wyatt confessed to me, he kissed me earnestly like this too. The wound on my waist where Wyatt had grabbed too hard throbbed again. I felt nauseous and went to the restroom. When I came back, the colleagues were strangely quiet, eyeing me curiously. Wyatt held up my phone, displaying a picture of wedding rings. His gaze was heavy as he asked casually. "Accidentally saw your photo. What were you planning? Proposing to me?" "Sorry, I don't..." I snatched the phone back and said lightly, "Right. I'm going to propose to your brother. It's a surprise, don't tell him." "If it works, you both have to call me sister-in-law."
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