A friend request popped up on my WeChat. "Are you Mike Davis's ex-girlfriend?" I replied, "Who is this?" She immediately sent a taunting emoji: "I'm his current girlfriend. Gotta thank the one who dug the well, so I'm here to thank you." Then, she started showing off, sending a barrage of messages: photos of designer bags, sparkling diamond jewelry, and the five-figure gifts he gave her for their engagement, all laid out for me. "I heard you were together for seven years," she wrote with smugness. "Too bad you left him for money. Now he's given me everything. We're getting engaged next month." I snorted, quickly changing the subject: "Nice profile pic." She seemed even prouder: "Mike picked it out for me." I smiled and typed back, word by word: "That's my picture." She went silent. [1] She didn't reply for a long time, clearly pissed. I rubbed my aching side, smiled wryly to myself, and deleted her. A few minutes later, another friend request popped up. Still the same "Autumn" girl. "Something else?" "Were you lying to me? Is that really your picture?" "But Mike said that's impossible! You guys broke up three years ago. He's forgotten you, and he hates you." "You're messing with me, right? It's just a random picture from the internet!" Through these messages, I could feel Autumn's obsession. To prove how much her fiancé loved her to an ex-girlfriend she didn't even know, she was going to these lengths. I couldn't help but laugh. Did she really think I didn't know if that was a picture of myself? I zoomed in on her profile picture, and there I was, wearing a pink hoodie and holding a fluffy bunny. You could only see half my face, but I looked happy. Mike had taken that picture five years ago. We were dirt poor back then, and he'd worked two months to save up enough money for his first camera. It was the first photo he'd ever taken of me. He'd even said he was going to use that picture as his phone wallpaper forever. Just as I was about to reply, a phone call came in. I gripped my phone tightly. Even if it had been thirty years, not three, I could still recite this number by heart. It was Mike. Fighting the pain in my side, I answered with a shaky hand. "Sarah, do you regret it now?" His voice was low and strained. A smile touched my lips. "Is this Mr. Davis trying to get back together? Don't forget, I dumped you." He laughed coldly, like he wanted to crush his phone. "Since you don't want to come back, why are you bothering my girlfriend? She's sensitive and fragile, not as sharp as you. I don't want her to be upset." "Besides, we're getting married soon. She's going to be my wife." I didn't say anything. She was the one who started it. But that wasn't anything new. Since Mike had returned to the Davis family, he'd become a well-known rich guy in DC, with a new girlfriend every few months. But none of them lasted longer than three months. They all looked a lot like me. It was clear that he was desperately searching for a replacement, but he could never find his "white moonlight." "Tell your girlfriend to change her picture. And forget about me." I said, trying to keep the pain out of my voice. "Sarah, what makes you think you have the right to tell me what to do?" "I can use whoever's picture I want as my profile pic. And you're a woman who sold out a seven-year relationship for money. What gives you the right to tell me what to do?!" Mike shouted into the phone, nearly deafening me. My stomach hurt even worse. I realized the call had ended. I sat there for a long time. Then, the nurse called, "Sarah, you're up." It had been three months since my last checkup. The doctor said there was a problem with my artificial kidney, and I needed a new one. But I didn't have that kind of money. "Doctor, can you give me a few more days?" "I'll figure out how to get the money." The doctor looked at me sympathetically and sighed. "I'll give you a week. That's the limit your kidney can handle." "It hasn't been easy for you. If a normal person's kidney fails, they can still use the other one." "But you don't have any." Leaving the hospital, I walked aimlessly down the street, wondering where I could borrow $800,000. I stopped in front of a window and saw my reflection: pale, gaunt, getting thinner every day. [2] Three years ago, I had two perfectly good kidneys. But Mike's mother had been diagnosed with kidney cancer and needed a transplant. After searching everywhere, I was the only one who was a match, so I chose to donate one of my kidneys. I had no idea the disease was hereditary. Soon after, Mike was diagnosed with kidney failure and needed a new kidney to survive. That day in the hospital, we cried together. He told me, "Sarah, don't worry. There's technology for artificial kidneys now. I heard they're pretty stable. If I have to, I'll get a fake one and make it work." "I'll never leave you." Back then, he was just an illegitimate son who hadn't been acknowledged by his family. Although there were artificial kidneys on the market, the technology wasn't perfect. They could fail at any time. I understood his stubbornness and his vulnerability. Even if his life was in danger, he didn't want to ask his family for help. If he knew I'd donated my other kidney, he would rather give up than accept that gift. After thinking it over, I used the last of my savings to buy a decent artificial organ. Then, I broke up with him. "You're not in a position for a regular girl like me. Let's end it here." Mike had almost collapsed in despair. He held my legs, begging: "Sarah, we can't break up." "I'll make money. I'll beg my family if I have to. Just wait for me. I'll give you the life you want..." I just replied coldly: "Forget it. I don't want to be with you anymore." Remembering those days made my nose sting. I was wondering if I should sell my old house when I heard cheering and screaming. I turned around and saw someone planning a public proposal. The park was filled with countless red roses in the shape of a giant heart. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a familiar face standing there. Mike was on one knee, looking lovingly at the woman in front of him. "Autumn, these 9,999 roses represent my heart. Will you marry me?" The bride's name had changed from me to Autumn, the woman in the photos from the proposal. Autumn smiled shyly and threw herself into his arms. It was too perfect. I stared for a moment, but Mike saw me. "Wait!" He left the scene and walked toward me. "Sarah, what are you doing here?" He looked around, checking out the area, especially the clinic behind me. Then, he looked at me. "Are you sick? You look terrible." I stood there, trying not to cry. In the past few years, he'd clearly become more successful and confident. He was going to be the head of the company, after all. How could I, a nobody, compare? I heard more yelling. Mike ignored it and kept staring at me. "It's been so long. Don't you have anything to tell me?" I smiled wryly. "Mike, can you lend me some money? I need it." "Not a lot. $800,000 will do." [3] Mike paused, smiled, and took a step back, with anger. "Sarah, you really love money." "Was the five million my mom gave you not enough?" I said nothing. That was three years ago. I had donated a kidney to Mike's mother. She was so grateful to me in the hospital, but after she got out, she changed. She met me at a cafe. She threw five million at me. "Take this money, and stay away from my son." I refused. "Mrs. Davis, no amount of money can buy me and Mike's seven years of love." She smiled coldly. "Don't overestimate yourself. You know how long you have to live. Why are you bothering my son?" "Selling a kidney for five million. What a great deal. Count your blessings." But I used that money to pay for the artificial kidney. With the remaining money, I bought back our old house, the house where we'd made so many memories. But if I couldn't get the money now, I'd have to sell it again. I couldn't help but laugh. "Mike, you're so rich now. Hundreds of thousands, millions, it's nothing to you." "Why don't you solve the problem with money, like your mother did? I promise I'll never bother you again." He looked hurt and disappointed. He was about to say something when Autumn hugged him and grabbed his hand. "Honey, who is this?" Autumn looked at me and then looked at the phone. Her face changed. "You... you're Mike's ex-girlfriend?" "You're the one in the picture?" I smiled. "Now you believe me." Autumn looked angry, but then she looked scornful. "So what if you're the one in the picture?" "Mike told me he didn't recognize you. He thought it was a random picture from the internet, and he just liked it." I raised my eyebrows. "Is that what he said?" Mike stepped forward, put his arm around Autumn, and glared at me. "Sarah, you're a cold, heartless woman. Never come near me again." He took out a credit card and threw it in my face. "Here. Buy a nice grave." The card cut my cheek. I touched it and saw blood. I bent down and picked up the credit card. "Thanks..." "Don't thank me yet," Mike said. "It's a loan. Remember to pay me back." Then, Mike hugged Autumn and looked at me with a cruel smile. "Or you can pay me back in three days." "Otherwise, you'll have to work for me as a maid until you pay me back." I looked at him. He was still the same old Mike. He gave me two choices, but it didn't matter. "Thanks for the job offer, but I need a leave of absence. I need to..." "No. You start today." Mike's voice was cold. "If you don't work, you'll be fined $50,000 a day."
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