In my freshman year, I got a rich boyfriend. He was perfect in every way, except he wouldn't let me into his circle. I asked him, "Can we get married after graduation?" He lit a cigarette, smiled, and said nothing. After class that day. I was stopped at the school gate by a gentle lady. She stroked her slightly bulging belly and said softly to me: "Are you the girl who wants to marry Julian Thorne after graduation?" 1 My fingers tightened around the handle of my suitcase, and I bit my lip, staying silent. In fact, I already had a bad premonition. "Don't be nervous, Hannah. The woman in front of me smiled faintly. "My name is Eleanor Vance, and I am Julian Thorne's legal wife. "I know you two have been in this relationship for two years, and I know you don't know about my existence. "Today is my third wedding anniversary with Julian. He said he was working late at the company and would be home late. But the truth is, at 8:30, you two are going to the movies. After the movie, he'll take you to his house in the suburbs to spend your winter break peacefully, right?" Yes. She was right. In my pocket was a movie ticket. During class just now, I kept looking at that ticket, daydreaming. Fantasizing about cuddling against Julian's arm in the theater, watching a romantic blockbuster together. Eleanor's gaze moved down to the ring on my left ring finger. "Did he give you that?" "Cartier Trinity Ring, indeed very beautiful. When I was young, I liked this style too." Her eyes suddenly turned red, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a bitter smile: "I remember, this is a couple's ring. He has one too, right?" A feeling of shame with nowhere to hide almost drove me crazy. I hid my left hand back into my sleeve and mumbled: "Yes." Last Valentine's Day. For my birthday, Julian booked a western restaurant. During our candlelight dinner, he put this ring on my hand personally. My family was poor. When I learned this ring cost $6,000, I wept with joy. I wished I could give everything to Julian. I was so happy at that time that I didn't think about why Julian only wore the ring that one night. Thinking about it now. He was afraid Eleanor would find out. I was angry, ashamed, and felt like crying. It was hard to accept. My deeply loved boyfriend was actually a refined beast who cheated on his pregnant wife. It turned out he wouldn't let me into his circle. Because I was his mistress kept on the side. "Hannah." Eleanor supported her waist and gasped with some difficulty: "Is it convenient to sit with me for a while in the coffee shop across the street?" I looked at her prominent belly. Realizing that pregnant women can't stand for long. She must have waited for me at the school gate for a long time; it was already her limit. 2 We picked the most inconspicuous booth in the coffee shop. I took off the ring and returned it to her. Eleanor glanced at it and didn't take it. "When Julian and I got married, he never gave me a ring. He doesn't love me, I know. "Take it back. Even if you don't want to wear it in the future, you can sell it for some money." Just then. The waiter came over. He asked me: "Ms. Young, the usual three? Matcha latte, classic tiramisu, and a plate of fried snacks?" Before I could answer. She looked at Eleanor sitting opposite me. "And for this lady?" "A glass of room temperature lemon water, no sugar, thank you." "Okay, Ms. Young, the total is $25. It has been deducted from Mr. Thorne's card." My heart skipped a beat. I dared not look up. It happened so suddenly that I forgot there was a membership card Julian got for me in this shop. Eleanor's eyes were gentle. "It doesn't matter, I don't mind. "But you, still can't quite believe he would do such a thing, right?" Indeed. I had a thick filter for Julian. In my eyes, he was the kind of high-intellect, daddy-style boyfriend described in novels. We met online. For our first offline meeting, Julian drove a Maybach to the school gate to find me. He was gentlemanly and well-spoken. Unlike those foul-mouthed, sloppy boys at school. From the first moment I saw him. I fell in love with him uncontrollably. Which girl wouldn't dream of a domineering CEO falling in love with her? The dream reflected into reality. I never thought it would be a trap. Under the envious gazes of my classmates. Julian took me to this coffee shop opposite the school for afternoon tea. Before meeting him, my monthly living expenses were only $100. I didn't dare to dream of stepping into such a place. When Julian said to me, "You're so thin, you need to eat more," and then waved his hand to get a recharge card for me to spend freely in the future. At that time, I really felt he was the best person in the world to me. Because my biological mother would only say to me: She would say: "Why do girls eat so much? If you get fat, no man will want you. "Eat less, don't stretch your stomach. It's good to shrink your stomach by starving." But turning around, she would ask my brother Henry: "Did Henry eat enough at school today? Is $20 a day enough? Tell Mom if it's not enough." 3 Eleanor stared blankly at the leaves outside the window. Her eyes were beautiful, amber-colored light pupils. "Do you know how I discovered your existence?" I shook my head. "One day Julian came home and suddenly sighed at the dinner table, 'Kids who haven't entered society are still the best. Give them a little money for food, and they are grateful. Unlike those cunning people in the workplace, never enough greed.' "I looked at his chat records with you and had insomnia all night. "I wondered why he didn't delete the chat records. What if I accidentally found out? Later I figured it out. He doesn't care if I find out. "My family received favors from Julian. My parents wouldn't agree to my divorce. And he holds a high position in Seattle; even if I sue him, it's useless." She smiled indifferently, as if talking about something unrelated to herself. "By the way, I saw he sent you many red envelopes at the beginning, but you didn't accept any. "I'm curious, why didn't you spend his money?" My eyelids trembled, throat dry, unable to speak. Actually, I really had a very naive idea. If I was sure I wanted to spend my life with someone, I would accept his financial contribution to me with peace of mind. Eleanor nodded thoughtfully: "But he knew this, so he manipulated you easily. He knew you were naive and easy to cheat, so he thought it didn't matter if he just played with you. "Just spend a little money on you, and you are willing to give everything to repay him. In the future, no matter how unreasonable his request is, you won't refuse him." "Hannah, guess how much he spent to marry me?" I pursed my lips and tentatively said: "$60,000?" "$600,000. See, in comparison, does his contribution to you seem insignificant?" She curled her lips mockingly: "He was willing to spend so much money to marry me back then, but doesn't he discard me like worn-out shoes now? "I say these things not for any other meaning, just to tell you he is not as good as you think. "You are still young. You shouldn't be like me, stuck like this for life." "By the way." Eleanor took out her phone and showed me a photo. I took a look, trembling with fear. She took a picture of Julian's phone album. And in Julian's album. Hundreds of densely packed explicit photos, with and without faces. And the owner of those photos was invariably me. She asked me: "Did you send these photos to him voluntarily, or did he secretly screenshot them without your knowledge?" My face turned pale. In panic, I accidentally knocked over the matcha latte. 4 Not long after Julian gave me the Cartier diamond ring. He went on a business trip for a whole month. One night when we hadn't seen each other for more than ten days, he video called me. On the phone, the usually serious man acted coquettish to me for the first time. "Hannah, turn on the camera, let me see you, okay?" I knew I should refuse. But I couldn't resist his soft persistence. Under his instructions. I turned on the camera. Did bold and shameful actions for him to see. I even obeyed his words and wrote his name on my collarbone with lipstick. His breath deepened, and he said hoarsely: "My baby is so beautiful. "Good girl, wait for me to come back, I brought you a gift." When I calmed down, I asked him with some fear: "Julian, will you..." He guessed what I was going to ask. He offered to let me remotely control his phone app to see his album. I looked. Indeed, there were no screenshots. "Sorry, shouldn't have doubted you." Julian laughed: "Silly girl, it's good to be wary of scams." He transferred $100 to me. "Alright, I have to work overtime. You go play with your classmates." As usual. After 9 PM, Julian would start working overtime. He rarely replied to messages I sent afterwards. The $100 Julian gave me allowed me to show off big time in front of my roommates. My roommates used to say I was poor and stingy. Ever since they knew I was dating Julian, this "boyfriend". They looked at me differently. "Hannah, how did you get such a good man? I also want a peerless good husband who gives me Cartier and drops gold coins at the drop of a hat." "Really envy you to death, Hannah. Your boyfriend is highly educated and rich, not a playboy. So busy with work, yet reports to you every day." The roommates' praise made me feel even more elated. I was even more proud of having Julian as a boyfriend. After that, whenever he requested to see me, I compromised and agreed without hesitation.
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