When Liam and I fought the fiercest, he cursed at me to get lost. He said, "If it wasn't for you, I would have been with Chloe long ago." Hearing this, I sneered. "Chloe? Are you worthy of her?" "Only I am." "I am the optimal choice you can get." "The top tier, understand?" 1 Chloe, my older sister. Beautiful inside and out, great grades, high IQ. It's not surprising that Liam liked her. After all, my secret crush, Arthur, also liked her. This caused me great pain. Chloe, my sister. Such a wonderful existence, I truly couldn't bear to do anything to her. But she just happened to be the sweetheart of my secret crush. What could I do? I could only beat up Liam. When Arthur talked to Chloe, I beat up Liam. When Arthur held hands with Chloe, I beat up Liam. When Arthur hugged Chloe, I beat up Liam. When Arthur kissed Chloe, I beat up Liam. When Arthur and Chloe got together, I wailed and beat up Liam. It's not that Liam didn't think about fighting back. But he couldn't beat me. Although he's taller than me and has eight-pack abs. All his workouts were for body sculpting, hoping Chloe would lust after his beauty. I was different. I learned kickboxing, Taekwondo, and Jiu-Jitsu. Thinking that if Chloe ever abandoned Arthur, I would lock him up, hehehe. So we waited and waited, and then Arthur and Chloe got married. One of us gave the bride away, the other welcomed the groom, both crying like two dogs. Everyone said they were a loving uncle and nephew, and we were deeply affectionate sisters. (Note: Arthur is Liam's young uncle). But they didn't know how badly we wanted to crash the wedding. We didn't do it; our last shred of moral standard restrained us. That time, I didn't beat up Liam. We got wasted, hugged each other and cried bitterly, and then started making out. 2 Yes, that's right, we slept together. Whether Liam was driven by alcohol-induced lust, I don't know. Anyway, I wasn't. I was just giving up on myself. If I couldn't give myself to the person I loved the most, then I'd give it to someone with a good face. If I can't give myself to the person I love most. Giving it to a dog is the same. Later, we slept together many more times. Passionate in bed. Once out of bed, we warned each other. "Friends with benefits, understand? Don't get clingy!" Finally, our parents started rushing us to get married. First was Liam's dad. He tagged him in the family group chat. [Look at your young uncle, how happy he is after getting married, deeply in love with your aunt, aren't you envious?] At that time, Liam was drunk. Replied: [Envious. So should I marry my aunt too?] One sentence literally stunned the group chat into silence for five minutes. His dad sent over a dozen sixty-second voice messages in a row. His mom roared: "Are you trying to tear this family apart?" His aunt (my sister) sent a question mark. His uncle sent a polite smile emoji. Liam knew he was dead meat. So he slid onto his knees, hugging his dad's thigh. "I meant my aunt's sister. Since my aunt is so wonderful, her sister can't be bad either. I want to marry my aunt's sister." 3 How great. How beautiful this world is. The person I loved the most became my brother-in-law. And I could marry my nemesis, making my brother-in-law my young uncle at the same time. Sure enough, the world is a circle. Liam knelt before me. "I know you saved my dog life, I'll agree to anything!" I nodded, my voice calm. "Then go die." "That won't work." "Then I'll kill you." I hadn't beaten up Liam in a long time. Out of practice, I actually forgot to lock the door. Just as I was straddling his waist, ready to unleash a flurry of punches on him, his parents, my parents, plus my sister and Arthur, all stood outside the door at the same time. Their eyes full of benevolence, like holy halos, blinded my dog eyes. They nodded one after another. "So wonderful." "We didn't even know these two kids were together." "Adding family ties to family ties." "Simply wonderful." "Get married, get married immediately." I compromised. Let's marry. Gotta get married eventually, who cares to who? 3 (Continued) On our wedding night, Liam set three rules with me. "A marriage of convenience, right? You play your way, I play mine." I shook my head. "If I meet someone I like, you can't stop me." I shook my head. "Then if I want to go out and have fun, you can't control that, right?" I shook my head, then nodded. Liam broke down. "What do you mean?" "Mia, you don't actually like me, do you?!" I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and immediately gave him a hard slap on the head. "Do I not need face?" "You are Mia's man, yet you're hugging and kissing others, and I have to turn a blind eye?" "Let everyone know I'm wearing a green hat (being cuckolded)?" "Liam, I'm warning you, if you dare to step out of line, I'll break your legs." I, Mia. Grew up with a strong sense of entitlement. In this world, there is only what I don't want, nothing I can't get. Of course, Arthur being the exception. Losing to Chloe, I don't feel ashamed. But if Liam dared to make me lose face... Hehe, I have plenty of strength and means. 4 But Liam was just not one to stay in line. He went on a date. The date was a college student. He took the little girl to eat Western food, considerately cutting her steak for her. Then took her to a movie, always casually lowering his head, making the little girl blush. Finally dropped the little girl back at school, hugging her gentlemanly and restrainedly. Acting like a proper human being. The photos were sent to me by a private investigator. Liam hadn't been acting normal recently. Always staring at his phone, raising his eyebrows, curling his lips, and even using emojis he never used before. Even his profile picture changed to a view of his own back. A glance and you know he didn't take it himself. And he wouldn't be so vain as to have a guy take it for him. So it could only be the opposite sex. Which opposite sex? Around Liam, no one who knows of my existence dares to get close. So it must be someone who doesn't know about me, not in our circle. Outside the circle? That leaves even more room for imagination. So I hired a marriage mediator (PI) to follow Liam. 4 (Continued) Today is his third day following Liam. Leaving home in the morning, Liam looked in the mirror for ages, styling every strand of hair. He dressed ordinarily, specifically choosing an outfit without visible logos. Even grabbed a cup of fresh milk from the fridge. I asked him where he was going. He said playing poker. Looking at it now, he wasn't playing poker, he was inspecting the goods. Looking at the photos, I was very calm. Calmly finished my meetings, calmly got off work, calmly went home. Calmly took out the bottle of wine Liam treasured the most from the wine cabinet. Liam's car pulled in. I stood there calmly. He got out of the car. "What are you doing here..." Before he could finish, I raised the wine bottle and smashed it over. "F*ck!" Liam turned pale with fright and quickly dodged. His car wasn't so lucky, smashing into pieces, a mess all over the ground. "Are you crazy? What nerve are you tweaking?" I didn't say a word. Raised a foot and kicked him right in the stomach. Liam stumbled back repeatedly and fell to the ground. I pressed down, my knee digging into the soft flesh of his stomach. Slapped the photos onto his face with a smack, smack sound. "Giving me a green hat? Do you have a death wish?" Liam's face, originally full of anger, turned to embarrassment after hearing my words. He cleared his throat. "I didn't even do anything, get off me." I sneered and increased the pressure. Liam let out a muffled groan. "Are you done? Do you think I don't dare touch you?" "Then show me." As soon as my words fell, Liam suddenly raised his leg and thrust upward fiercely. As I lunged at him, he flipped over and pinned me underneath. He looked smug. "Did you really think I couldn't beat you? I was letting you win, understand?" My face turned extremely ugly. I raised my head, opened my mouth, and bit down hard on his arm. Liam let out a howl. "Are you sick!" "I didn't even really do anything." "Is this necessary?" With a cold face, I kicked him off me. "Is it necessary? What, do I have to catch you in bed?" "Can you not speak so harshly?" "You think my words are harsh? Are your actions any prettier?" "What did I do? Look at you instead." He pointed to the wine on the ground. "Do you know how much that wine costs? Do you know how many people I had to ask? Mia, you are truly sick!" He fired off sentence after sentence. I watched him squat down, picking up the glass shards with a pained expression. Watched him glare at me with vicious eyes. The photos were still in my hand, crumpled out of shape by me. Finally, I swung my arm and threw the photos at his face. "Divorce!" "I'm f*cking divorcing you!"
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