Chapter 1 It was the fifth year of my secret relationship with A-list actor Arthur Sterling, and he still refused to acknowledge my existence publicly. Even when my family pressured me to marry someone else, he didn't care in the slightest. Even when I got into a car accident trying to dodge paparazzi and was clinging to life, all I got from him was a flippant remark. "Be careful, we were almost discovered." Until we were secretly photographed, and the pictures shot straight to the top of the trending topics. I thought he was finally going to explain something. Instead, what I waited for was the public announcement of his relationship with someone else. "My little girl is crying her eyes out, so I have to clarify this. I am not familiar with the person in the photo. Please leave us alone." His reply caused a massive uproar, and I was instantly cursed to the forefront of the storm. "Forcing the real girlfriend to come out and respond, how shameless!" "Where did this bitch come from, deliberately leeching off our brother's popularity? Go die." On this day, I was firmly nailed to the pillar of shame. And I also completely understood: it was never hard for him to go public; it was just that I wasn't worthy. ... Even though the sun was shining brightly outside, my body trembled with cold. Vicious comments continued to refresh endlessly. "You can tell at a glance she stuck onto him for money, looking like a seductive cheap slut. Must be a hostess from some club." "Exactly, it's not like our brother is blind. How could he fall for trash like this?" "Brother is vacationing in Europe with Sierra right now. This woman must be so jealous!" Looking at the photo of the two of them walking hand-in-hand down the street, I let out a sarcastic laugh. Just a minute ago, Arthur was still lying to me. "I'm filming right now. We'll talk about everything when I get back." Yet in that instant, a surge of hope had sprung up in me, thinking he truly had his difficulties. But now, this photo felt like a slap across my face, completely waking me up. I was the one being pathetic. When Arthur returned, it was already the evening of the third day. Without a word of explanation, he threw the luggage I handed him onto the floor and leaned in, coming straight for me. My lungs instantly felt like they were burning. He was always like this, coming and going as he pleased. And I was like his resting place when he felt tired and bored. But how many such places did he have? I didn't know. Slap. I swung my hand and slapped him hard across the face. The room instantly fell into a shocking silence. Arthur froze, and a trace of impatience finally surfaced on his handsome face with its sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He couldn't help but mock: "I always thought you understood." His tone was so nonchalant it was heartbreaking. My mind buzzed, and I asked back with a trembling voice: "Understand what?" Arthur glanced up at me, a hint of pity on his face. "It's impossible for me to only have you, and it's impossible for me to openly and honestly go public with you. Chloe Miller, you're so smart, how could you not understand?" Seeing my deathly pale face, he paused for a moment but continued speaking. "Besides, isn't this fine? We're still young, why do we have to be tied down? I really haven't played enough yet." In an instant, a constant buzzing filled my head. My vision blurred with tears. Even though I had already decided to leave, hearing his shameless confession still made me feel so awful I thought I would go crazy. Arthur looked at me quietly for two seconds. Feeling a bit irritable, he reached out to touch me. I suddenly calmed down, my voice cool and detached. "You are young, but I'm not anymore." Arthur's hand froze in mid-air, a crack appearing on his handsome face. "What... do you mean?" I handed him his luggage again. My voice was incredibly clear as I said: "I think you understand." Raising my eyes to meet Arthur's wavering pupils, I enunciated every word: "I want to end our relationship." This disgusting, desperate, ugly relationship. Arthur left in a rage, but still didn't take his luggage. Chapter 2 I didn't understand what he meant by leaving it, but my attitude was already clear. No one could change my mind. Just like when I brought him home without hesitation all those years ago. I am three years older than Arthur. When I was twelve, I followed my grandfather to the countryside for poverty alleviation work, and Arthur crashed in front of our car. He had been beaten by his adoptive father until he was rolling on the ground, his back covered in bloody welts, skin and flesh torn open. Yet he didn't shed a single tear. When he looked up at me, his eyes only wavered for a moment. Then, with strength coming from nowhere, Arthur broke free from the man, scrambled into the car, and hugged me like a small beast begging for help. "Sister, please take me away. I'll do anything. Please save me." Perhaps it was the boy's desperate yet stubborn eyes, or perhaps it was his trembling hands hugging me. I, who had always been obedient, resisted the pressure from all the elders and took him away. From then on, he clung to me like a drowning vine. Just as I was lost in the past, a ringtone interrupted me. I knew it was my family calling to pressure me into marriage again. Only this time, I didn't hang up. Instead, after answering, I said directly: "Mom, I agree to the arranged marriage. You can start preparing." The world finally went quiet. Early the next morning, I went to Arthur's company to resign. But when I pushed the door open, a woman was sitting in Arthur's lap. It was his public girlfriend, Sierra. The room fell silent for a moment, and everyone instantly looked at me. Arthur's close staff all knew about our relationship. I felt a bit embarrassed, not out of jealousy, but because I had become the so-called "other woman." I took a breath, still placed my resignation letter on his desk, and then turned to leave. A sound of shattering porcelain came from behind me, like someone had crushed a cup with their bare hands. I didn't stop my steps, but just as I was about to reach the door, a figure darted out and grabbed me. Sierra crossed her arms and scrutinized me for a few seconds. Suddenly, she smiled: "Why provoke him? What good does it do you?" Seeing I didn't speak, she suddenly leaned in close to me, giggling: "Actually, I can accept a threesome... Anyway, it's not like he hasn't done it before..." Saying that, ignoring my increasingly pale face, she directly played a video. In an instant, the sight of pale, naked bodies pierced my eyes like a needle. They were tangled together on my bed, their wanton cries piercing through the entire room. Bang! Arthur slammed the door and rushed out. His usually calm face was full of anger. He snatched the phone away and smashed it hard onto the ground. "Why the fuck did you show her this!" Sierra froze for a moment, and when she reacted, her eyes were a bit red. "Wasn't I doing this for you! Besides, she doesn't even look at what kind of person she is, yet she wants you all to herself! She doesn't even see if she's worthy!" "Shut up!" Arthur roughly pushed her away and dragged me into the office. He stared at me, a hint of apprehension in his gloomy eyes. "It was just that one time. I was drunk." "What does that have to do with me?" Arthur suddenly looked up, his tone carrying a hint of detestability. "Do you have to act like this towards me? I've already explained it to you, what more do you want?" What more do I want? My eyes suddenly turned bloodshot. The images from just now were still in my head, churning back and forth like a knife. But this wasn't the first time this had happened. The first time a woman sent photos of them in bed, Arthur was terrified. "Sister, I was asleep, and that woman crawled into my bed herself. I thought she was you, I swear!" He was so afraid I wouldn't want him that he clung to me all day with red eyes. I felt sick to my stomach and couldn't eat for three days. To prove his loyalty, he directly tattooed my name on his private parts. "Sister, I will always be your dog." Looking at his attached gaze, I eventually chose to forgive him. Arthur's suppressed emotions finally broke the dam. He hugged me, kissing me wildly and making promises. I was too naive back then, thinking he would truly repent. But the facts slapped my face time and time again. Enduring it once meant there would be a next time, and boundaries would be broken through again and again, until even I felt disgusted with myself, even finding myself repulsive. Perhaps my undisguised disgust stung him. Apprehension, panic, and finally anger flashed in Arthur's eyes. He walked towards me, his pace quick. "Chloe Miller, you really make me angry." He wanted to force a kiss on me, just like the shameless tactic he used after countless arguments before. Only this time, I didn't let him have his way. With a loud clatter, he fell to the floor, covering his bleeding forehead. He looked at me in disbelief. "You actually hit me!" My hand holding the ornament trembled slightly. I ignored his words, turned, pushed the door open, and left. A whimper came from behind me, sounding like both anger and weeping. Chapter 3 I thought the matter was finally over, but that paparazzi released even more photos of us. Holding hands, hugging, kissing, close-ups from various angles. In an instant, the hashtag about Arthur lying shot to the top of the trending list. His anti-fans and onlookers flocked to his account, throwing overwhelming abuse at his head. When I found out about this, I was just being dropped off at home by my blind date, Julian Vance. The house was pitch black. The moment I turned on the light, I was grabbed by the neck and pinned against the wall. The bright light and dull pain made me take a few seconds to recover. When I opened my eyes, Arthur was staring at me with bloodshot eyes. "Chloe, you bought those photos and released them just to force me to acknowledge you?" My mind went blank for a second. When I reacted, I let out a sneer. "What nonsense are you talking about? I couldn't possibly do such a thing." "You're still pretending! Sierra saw you meeting with the paparazzi!" Arthur's face was livid, the force of his hands growing stronger. Seeing my pained expression, he showed no hint of mercy. "What good does ruining me do for you! Sierra was right, you are selfish and heartless, you don't care about me at all. Everything you do is just to satisfy yourself—" Halfway through his sentence, Arthur's face suddenly froze. His eyes stared straight at the coat I was wearing, resentment almost spewing flames. "Whose coat is this! Who did you go out with? Found a new sugar daddy so quickly? Chloe, aren't you cheap!" His voice trembled as he violently ripped off the coat, threw it on the ground, and started kicking it wildly. As if he had a blood feud with a piece of clothing. I watched coldly, scoffing at his behavior. "Arthur, who I'm with has nothing to do with you, and who you date has nothing to do with me either. Now get out immediately!" Arthur's pupils wavered, his cheeks twitching slightly, looking absolutely furious. "Chloe, you're getting revenge on me, aren't you! Just because I didn't go public with you?" I felt sick to my stomach, not wanting to listen to his nonsense, nor did I want any further entanglement with him. So I directly called the community security. Arthur smiled, but there was hatred in his eyes. "You're really something." That night, Arthur logged into his account and responded. "That was a 'sister' who sponsored me in the past. I'm very sorry I lied to everyone. We did have a history, but it's in the past. Some things happened that I really don't want to bring up again. I apologize to everyone once more and have no intention of taking up public resources." His words were clever, inviting speculation, instantly directing the backlash at me. Fans poured out their sympathy. "What does he mean? This bitch used this to blackmail brother into dating her? So shameless!" "Holy crap, I have a bold hypothesis. This woman is a sugar mommy who specializes in investing in young fresh meat to satisfy her animalistic desires?" "Ahhhhh, Arthur is so pitiful. My god, that woman deserves to die a horrible death. Has anyone doxxed her?" In an instant, I was once again pushed to the forefront of the storm. A few hours later, my personal information was being spread wildly across major platforms. My mother was so angry she almost had a heart attack. My father used his connections to suppress it while telling me to come home immediately. My head buzzed. I couldn't believe Arthur could be so ruthless. I was so dizzy and lightheaded that when I went out, I completely failed to notice the club swinging towards me from behind. With a loud thud, a severe pain erupted from the back of my head, and I fell heavily to the ground. The woman's eyes were full of crazed hatred. "You bitch, you're the one who caused my brother to suffer so much. Go die!" Saying that, she raised the baseball bat high and swung it towards my head. My heart pounded like a drum, my whole body unable to move. Just as despair filled my heart. With a bang, Julian grabbed the baseball bat and flipped the woman to the ground with his arm behind her back. The person let out a miserable scream, scrambled up, glared at me fiercely, turned around, and ran away quickly. Julian, with a serious expression, checked my wound and immediately called 911. Chapter 4 I had a mild concussion, but fortunately, it was nothing serious. The attacker was quickly caught, but she continued to yell arrogantly. "Brother's variety shows were cancelled because of her, and sister-in-law cried on her livestream. It's all that bitch's fault!" This brainless fan had just come of age and gotten into a top university, but I didn't soften my heart and directly refused to settle. Arthur's manager, Old Zhang, called me. His tone was somewhat pleading. "Chloe, you've always been the best to Arthur. What's the big deal if you just lower your head and apologize to him? He's pushed away so much work because of you, just staying in his room drinking all day, and he's lost endorsements." I didn't react and just hung up the phone. Julian sat next to me peeling an apple, his long eyelashes hiding his expression. From beginning to end, he hadn't asked me a single question. We were old acquaintances, classmates from elementary to high school. I knew he had always liked me, so I just came right out and asked. "Wanna get married?" With a clatter, the apple fell to the floor. A flash of astonishment crossed Julian's eyes, his face suddenly turned red, and he looked a bit dazed. He didn't speak, just stood up and walked out quickly. I felt a bit regretful, thinking he had refused. But over half an hour later, he hurried back with a ring. "Chloe, let's go get our marriage license tomorrow." I let him put the ring on my finger and nodded gently. "Okay." Sierra livestreamed for several days in a row, intentionally smearing me. I became the vicious female supporting character in the eyes of their fans, who hurled all sorts of filthy language at me, taking pleasure in insulting me. It even affected my family and our business. But Arthur didn't come out to say a single word. He was even still waiting for me to apologize to him, waiting for me to hug him, protect him like I did when we were kids. Spoil him. How ridiculous. The next day, Julian and I got our marriage certificate and then posted on social media. The photo was of our hands, fingers intertwined, wearing our wedding rings. Posted along with it was my entire history with Arthur. I spilled everything completely, including the tattoo of my name on his lower abdomen. At the very end of the post, I concluded decisively in one breath: "From now on, the past is the past. We have nothing to do with each other." The popularity of this post shot to the number one spot on the trending list within ten minutes, breaking out of just entertainment circles. It caused a massive uproar, including for the Arthur who had been playing dead.
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