Liam Was Famous in Our Circle as the Ultimate Wife-Guy He refused to marry for family connections and spent three years spoiling me like crazy. But at the bachelor party just before our wedding. His "first love" asked: "If I crashed your wedding, would you leave with me?" He answered seriously: "Yes." Holding back tears, I texted my filthy-rich best friend. [Can you pick me up right now?] Seven minutes later, she arrived, tires practically smoking. "I told you from the start, with your looks and personality, you should marry into real wealth! "My brother is gorgeous, my dad is a silver fox, take your pick!" 01 With the wedding approaching, Liam's buddies threw him a wild bachelor party. His inner circle knew how much Liam pampered me. If he didn't bring me along, he'd always be home by ten. Regardless of whether the others were done partying or not. So this time, they enthusiastically invited me too. But as soon as I walked in, the vibe felt off. People greeted me warmly, but kept shooting covert glances at Liam. I didn't get it. Once everyone sat down, a girl with short hair arrived late. "Sorry, traffic was a nightmare. I'm late!" Tall and slender, her voice was crisp and bright. Beside me, Liam instantly froze. That was the first time I saw such a blatant, heart-skipping-a-beat expression on his face. She reached out a hand enthusiastically: "You must be the bride-to-be. Nice to meet you, I'm Emma!" Hearing that name, everything clicked. This was the girl Liam had desperately loved for five years. The one that got away. Back then, Liam wasn't as composed as he is now. He chased her relentlessly. Thousands of roses arranged beneath her dorm window. A massive fireworks display set off on the beach just for her. His entire youth was consumed by her. But three years ago, she decidedly followed another boy to study in London. That was around the time I met Liam. At a party, he walked toward me through the hazy lights. I’d only had half a glass of wine, but I was completely intoxicated. I hurriedly asked my friends about him. When they shoved me toward him, I was so nervous I stuttered. "I-I'm Chloe. What's your name?" The crowd burst into laughter. The frown Liam had worn for months finally smoothed out in that moment. After we got together, Liam poured all his gentleness into me. He memorized my favorite and least favorite foods. No matter how late I worked, he insisted on picking me up. Every holiday, he prepared thoughtful gifts. He posted me all over his Instagram, introducing me to all his friends and family. Even his friends got jealous. "Chloe, you really caught him at the right time. He spent years leveling up his emotional intelligence chasing the hardest girl to get, and now you reap all the benefits." Those words never bothered me. Because they also said we were complete opposites in both looks and personality. I wasn't anyone's replacement. More importantly, I could feel that Liam truly loved me. After three years of passionate dating, he firmly proposed. I thought our love was finally blooming into a happy ending. But reality delivered a heavy blow. 02 Emma casually sat down next to me. She pulled a bottle of perfume from her bag and handed it to me. "A wedding gift. This scent is super elegant. I've used it for years." She smiled, her eyes crinkling. I had to admit, she was poised and charming. Even the wedding gift was specifically for me, not Liam. I accepted it and thanked her. Then she pulled out her phone to add me on Instagram. "If he ever bullies you, remember to complain to me. "Even though Liam and I grew up together, I'm not taking his side. I'll always have your back!" The friends around us applauded. "That's our girl, always so badass!" Emma paused, looked past me, and locked eyes with Liam, who was sitting on my other side. "Hey, what's with you? Haven't seen you in three years and suddenly you're mute?" The people around us sipped their drinks, watching the drama unfold. Their eyes were glued to the three of us. Terrified of missing a single second. Liam's ears visibly turned red. He didn't even dare turn his head to look at her. He just gripped his glass, trying to joke: "I'm not mute, I'm just out of practice with you. Don't know what to say." Emma laughed: "Blaming me for not keeping in touch these past three years?" She raised her glass to him, "Then we should keep in touch more often from now on?" Liam glanced at me and said, "I'm a whipped man. Texting you requires a whole approval process. I gotta report to the wife first." Sharing a smile of buried hatchets, they clinked their glasses. Everything seemed out in the open. No hidden agendas, totally transparent. But sitting between them, my chest felt suffocatingly tight. Maybe because, after three years, I knew Liam's body language too well. Tonight, he was way too tense. Drinks were downed, songs were sung, drinking games were played. As the night wound down, everyone was a bit buzzed. Liam lost a game of Truth or Dare to Emma and chose Truth. Emma, who had been perfectly composed all night, suddenly got reckless. Tilting her head, slightly tipsy and bold, she asked Liam: "If I crashed your wedding... would you leave with me?" The moment the question dropped, the already hyped crowd started hooting. "Ooooh, finally dropping the act!" "Yeah, this is the drama we're here for!" "Come on, answer! Would you?" Liam's eyes were a little red from the alcohol. He looked at her, emotions churning in his gaze. And answered seriously: "Yes." The whole room exploded. "Holy shit! I knew it!" "Crash it! Crash it!" The cheering drew the attention of everyone in the bar. Sitting between them, I found it harder and harder to breathe. My hands started trembling slightly. I didn't know how to face this humiliating situation. Using the restroom as an excuse, I fled the scene. Holding back tears, I texted my best friend, Riley: [Can you pick me up right now?] Riley called immediately. "What happened? Did those assholes do something?" "No, please just don't ask. Can you come get me?" I felt like I was going to break down. Hearing my voice, Riley got frantic, yelling like a drill sergeant. "Stay right there, I'm on my way! Ten minutes! No, seven!" "It's not that urgent, drive safe." "Don't tell me what to do!!" 03 Seven minutes later, Riley pulled up in her Bugatti like a hurricane. The tires were practically throwing sparks. The moment I saw her, I broke down, my eyes welling up. Riley grabbed my hand, furious: "How did they mess with you?! "Liam, are you blind? Can't you see she's crying?!" Riley was a billionaire heiress, fiercely protective and incredibly intimidating. Her mere presence immediately silenced the rowdy crowd. Spotting Emma, Riley's gaze turned sharp as a knife. "Oh, so you're here." Emma stood up and tried to grab my arm, looking overly friendly. "We were just playing a game, why get so worked up? "I'm just naturally blunt. I'm not used to hanging out with such delicate girls, I guess I crossed a line. My bad." Riley yanked me behind her. "Who said you could touch her? "You're not blunt, you're just playing dumb!" At this point, Liam sobered up. Rubbing his temples, he stood up. "Chloe's tired. I should take her home." Riley scoffed. "I'm already here. Who needs you? You can go back to playing dead." The crowd stood awkwardly, watching Riley help me gather my things. She scolded me while she packed. "I told you from the start. With your looks and personality, you should've married into old money. But no, you insisted on suffering with this new-money trash. "This kind of circle, full of fake bitches and mind games—is it really a place for someone as pure as you?" Liam's family was worth nine figures. A nine-figure "new money trash"... quite the niche insult. But coming from her, nobody dared to argue. Finished packing, Riley picked up my bag. Seeing the beautifully packaged perfume inside, she didn't even ask, just pulled it out and tossed it on the floor. "What kind of expired garbage is this? The audacity to give this as a gift." The bottle rolled across the floor, stopping right at Emma's feet. Emma's face went rigid. Riley pulled me away. Liam chased us to the door, grabbing my arm. "Chloe, don't be mad. With the atmosphere like that, she suddenly asked that question, and my mind just went blank." Looking into his deeply affectionate eyes, I suddenly lost all my energy. "Are you saying your instinct, your true desire, was to leave with her?" "Of course not. Chloe, it was just a game. If I said no, she would've lost face in front of all her friends." "So to protect her pride, you trampled all over mine?" "I just gave her a polite answer! I'm giving you a marriage!" I shook him off, laughing out of sheer anger. "So I should consider myself lucky? "Liam, we've been together for three years, and I never realized you were such a master people-pleaser." Right then, Riley pulled the car around, honking the horn aggressively. Liam tried to grab me again. "Let me take you home. We can talk in the car." Riley frowned. "If you have so much free time, why don't you take that basic-ass Tesla of yours and drive for Uber to clear your head?" Liam choked on his words. For the first time, his custom Bentley made him feel humiliated. I opened the passenger door and got in. Looking back at Liam, I said: "The wedding is off. "We both need to seriously rethink everything." 04 On the way back, I scrolled through Instagram. I saw Emma had posted two stories. The first one: [She really doesn't look like me at all. But don't you think that just makes it more obvious you're trying to prove a point?] The second one: [If you wanted to use these three years to prove that I made a mistake leaving you... congratulations, you succeeded.] The emotions I had been holding back all night finally shattered. I broke down sobbing. Crying for the three years of genuine love I had wasted. I always thought Liam's obsessive pampering came from love. I never expected it was just a show put on for her. I was just a prop in their high-stakes emotional tug-of-war. Riley was painfully straightforward. She didn't know how to offer sweet comfort. She just liked to solve problems. "Stop crying. There are plenty of men in the world. Just get a new one! "My brother is gorgeous, my dad is a silver fox, take your pick!" I cried until I laughed at her absurdity. "Riley, am I just useless? At a time like this, I still need you to stand up for me." Riley patted my head. "Don't be stupid, everyone's wired differently. "My mom died when I was young, and left just the three of us. None of us are exactly normal, and we suck at showing affection. I was a rebellious nightmare growing up, so I don't exactly get to be the hero often. "But you are naturally kind-hearted. Every day with you is like a breath of fresh air. "You're still the gentlest nurse in the city. When I was hospitalized, if you hadn't been there with me every day, patiently calming me down, I never would've made it through." Those words helped. My shattered self-esteem slowly started to piece itself back together. Riley added, "Seriously though, won't you consider marrying into my family?" She had said this many times. I met Riley when she was admitted to the hospital. The Chief of Surgery was her attending physician, and I was a nurse. But because I had a soft voice and a gentle touch with IVs, Riley threw a fit and demanded I be her primary care nurse. From then on, we built a deep, revolutionary friendship. At the time, I was already dating Liam, and Riley regretted it every day. "Why couldn't I have gotten sick a few months earlier! "You were single then, I could've totally dragged you home to be my sister-in-law!" The innocent bystander in all this—Carter, her brother. Who had flown back from studying in London specifically to visit her. His face went dark every time she brought it up. Because of her relentless nagging, my relationship with Carter started below freezing. Whenever we bumped into each other, I'd awkwardly look down. He'd awkwardly look away. We pretended we were invisible. Recently, Carter had returned from abroad and joined our hospital as a surgeon. Right down the hall from me, actually. The arrival of this brilliant, icy-hot doctor sent the whole hospital into a frenzy. Nurses would find excuses to walk past his office twice a day. Sick leave plummeted. Meanwhile, I'd hold my bladder all shift just to avoid running into him in the hallway. Seeing me stay silent, Riley got excited. "You're quiet... are you actually considering it? "Have you decided? My brother or my dad?" My mouth twitched. "If those are the only two options, I'd rather pick your dad." Riley practically vibrated with excitement. "Hell yes! Honestly, I'd prefer that too! "My dad is old, he'll kick the bucket soon. You inherit his fortune early, and we can hire pool boys every day! "My brother is no good. He has a perfect routine, he works out, he's annoyingly healthy. I'm afraid you wouldn't outlive him." Me: "..." 05 The next afternoon, Riley arrived precisely on time to pick me up from work. Passing Carter's office, she dragged me inside. "Bro, are you working late today?" Carter looked up from his monitors. He was 6'3", with sharp features and a perfectly straight nose. His eyes were dark, cold, and captivating. The kind of absurdly good looks that made you complain about God playing favorites. Carter glanced at me, his gaze freezing cold. "No." As soon as the word left his mouth, Dr. Bennett, who sat across from him, looked up in shock. "Dr. Harrington, aren't you..." Carter shot him a glare that could melt steel. Dr. Bennett gulped and swallowed the rest of his sentence. Riley asked, "Then are you eating out tonight?" Carter paused, looking slightly aristocratic. "I suppose I could." With that, he decisively stood up and gathered his files. Riley cheered, "Perfect! Since you're eating out, I'm taking Chloe home for dinner. That way she won't feel awkward with you there." Carter froze. He slowly raised his head to look at Riley. His eyes suddenly carried an inexplicable murderous intent. "Then why don't you just take her to a restaurant? Our chef's food isn't even that good," Carter said, looking thoroughly pissed off. Their housekeeper, Maria, was originally hired to tend the gardens. But as she got older and couldn't dig dirt anymore, she asked to be the chef. Her food was... well, extremely healthy. Riley went up on her tiptoes and whispered loudly in his ear: "I'm taking her home to introduce her to Dad. "Hehe, I'm getting a new stepmom! Are you excited? Surprised?" Carter slowly straightened up. Looking at Riley as if looking at a corpse. A few seconds later, he grabbed Riley by the collar and dragged her toward the imaging wing. "Come on, let's get you an MRI. I want to see if they accidentally removed your brain during your last hospital stay." Riley's struggles echoed down the hallway. "My brain is fine! Bro, let me list the top three benefits of having a young stepmom. "One, Dad gets married, so he stops nagging us to get married. "Two, I'll have her whisper in his ear to leave the company to me. You get to be Dr. Harrington in peace, I become CEO, everyone wins! "Three, stepmom is young and hot. Barring accidents, we'll have a baby brother by next year, the family legacy is secure, and you don't even have to have kids! You could even get a vasectomy—Ouch! Why are you pinching me?! It hurts!" 06 As we drove out of the hospital, a familiar car flashed by. I looked back. "Was that Liam?" Riley was perfectly calm. "Nope, you're seeing things. He's probably curled up in some bed right now pouring his heart out to his 'first love'. He's not worried about you." I'm usually a very emotionally stable person. I figured even a breakup should be handled with dignity. But hearing her say that, I suddenly felt that dignity was overrated. I blocked Liam on every single platform. Out of sight, out of mind. Carter and us arrived at the house right around the same time. As soon as he walked in, he disappeared into his room to change. He had been glaring the whole ride. It wasn't until Maria brought the food to the table that Carter finally emerged. When Riley saw him, she jumped. "Are you insane? Why are you dressed like that at home?" Carter sat perfectly straight at the dining table. Wearing a sharply tailored suit, not a single hair out of place. Looking like a cold-blooded Wall Street CEO. "I always dress like this," Carter said through gritted teeth. Riley's mouth twitched, but she stayed quiet. Right then, Mr. Harrington came home. He greeted me warmly and sat down at the table. Carter stared at his dad's three-piece suit. "You're not changing? Don't you normally rush to put on your ratty undershirt the second you get home complaining suits are uncomfortable?" Mr. Harrington looked at me, then at the fully decked-out Carter, and said cheerfully, "It's a rare occasion you kids bring a friend home. I had to look presentable." Carter's mouth twitched this time. Dinner officially began. Carter held a small bowl of rice, looking incredibly posh. "Move the pork roast and ribs to the other end. Too greasy." Maria obliged. Carter elegantly chewed a single leaf of spinach. Mr. Harrington looked bewildered. "Aren't you a total carnivore? Since when do you touch vegetables?" Carter froze. He looked at his father, who was systematically cutting his steak. "Don't you usually eat steak with chopsticks?" Mr. Harrington choked. I quickly intervened. "Knives and forks can be a hassle. I use chopsticks for steak sometimes too." The tension eased slightly. Carter continued: "My dad usually loves spicy fish heads and spits the bones right onto the table." "Okay, you're definitely sick today!" Mr. Harrington snapped, throwing down his fork and storming off. "You guys eat. I've lost my appetite." He had now effectively been irritated out of two meals. Riley kept her head down, shoveling rice into her mouth. Too scared to speak, too scared to ask. It was Maria who broke the awkward silence. "There's a car that's been parked outside our gates for a long time. Not sure who they're waiting for. Looks like a... Tesla?" Hearing that, Carter immediately stood up. "Keep eating. I'll go check." A moment later, Carter's voice drifted up from the driveway. "Security, go chase away that EV. Tell him nobody here called an Uber and he has the wrong address. "Give him a fifty-dollar bill and tell him to go buy a burger. Waiting all night for nothing must be tough." I whispered to Riley. "Your brother might be a bit unhinged, but he's actually kind of nice to strangers." Riley: "..." 07 Worried that Liam would harass me at my apartment, Riley insisted I stay at her place for a few days. Carter didn't object. He even offered me his own master bedroom, claiming it had the best sunlight. He moved into the guest room next to his dad's. Riley was astounded. "My brother never lets me bring girls home, let alone let them touch his stuff. I half suspected he was a raging misogynist. "But he's being so accommodating to you! Do you know what this means?" "What does it mean?" I asked. Carter's footsteps on the stairs suddenly slowed down. "It means those two cheating bastards went way too far! Even a cold-blooded reptile like my brother has awakened an ounce of sympathy!" Riley declared indignantly. "If you don't know how to speak, just shut your mouth," Carter grumbled venomously. Then he loudly stomped down the rest of the stairs. Carter's room was immaculate, smelling faintly of cedar. I opened the window to let some air in. The breeze knocked a few papers off the bookshelf. I bent down to pick them up. One by one, they were medical charts I had written for Riley three years ago. At the very bottom was a note written by Carter. In very sharp, elegant handwriting. [Chloe, Central City Hospital.] It seemed completely devoid of emotion. Yet simultaneously looked like it was written with intense, suppressed feeling. I felt like I had stumbled upon a massive secret. My hands trembled as I neatly stacked everything back where I found it. I crawled back into his bed, terrified, lying stiff as a board. I kept telling myself not to overthink it, do not overthink it. But his scent was everywhere in the room. Whenever I closed my eyes, Carter's face played like a movie reel in my head. Pathetically, I couldn't sleep a wink. 08 The next morning, we gathered at the dining table. I sported massive dark circles. So did Carter. Mr. Harrington looked ten years older, completely exhausted. Riley was shocked: "What happened to you guys? Did nobody sleep?" I stammered: "I think it's just... sleeping in a new bed. I'm not used to it." Carter: "I also slept in a new bed. Not used to it." Mr. Harrington glared weakly at Carter. "If you can't sleep in a new bed, why do you have to torture your father? I don't know what kind of manic episode he was having, but every time I came out to use the bathroom, he ran out to stare at me. Startling me all night, I barely slept a wink." Carter looked completely justified. "What kind of normal person gets up to pee eight times a night?" Mr. Harrington's lip quivered. "I'm old, my bladder is weak! Fine, I'm not normal!" With that, he slammed down his coffee mug and left in a huff of humiliation. He had now effectively stormed off from breakfast too. No wonder he never gained weight. Riley chewed on her bagel: "Have my brother drop you off at work later, I'm not driving you today." I quickly declined. "I don't want to inconvenience Dr. Harrington. I can just get an Uber." Carter stood up and said, "It's on the way anyway. I'll just drive you these next few days." Then he grabbed his phone, the tips of his ears turning bright red. "Let's add each other's contacts." I was trying to figure out how to politely refuse. Riley chimed in, "Seriously bro? You're driving a colleague to work and you want her number so you can Venmo request her for gas money?" I suddenly understood. So that was why. I had totally overthought things. I quickly pulled out my phone and added his number. And immediately Zelled him fifty bucks. "Is this enough?" Carter didn't say a word. He just stared blankly at Riley. Looking like a man who had lost the will to live. 09 On the way to work. Carter drove, still sporting his signature icy glare. To break the awkward silence, I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through Instagram. One swipe, and my world collapsed. I realized that last night, the highly-aloof Dr. Harrington had posted a story. [Today, we added an extra plate at the table. ?] The photo was of the massive mountain of rice in front of me. He also managed to catch my right hand holding the fork. Even with Instagram's photo compression, it was painfully obvious... That bowl of rice was packed tight. I have a big appetite, but didn't want to be rude and ask for seconds at a stranger's house. So I had just aggressively packed down the rice to fit more into the bowl. I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. What was worse was the comment section. I could see comments from mutual friends. Emma had commented almost instantly: [Who is that?! Who is that!] Liam had clearly recognized my bracelet and left several frantic comments. [She's at your house? No way, what are you trying to pull??] [Tell her I'm outside your house to pick her up.] [You're playing dirty! Just you wait!!] I slowly turned to Carter. "Dr. Harrington, why on earth would you post something like this?" Carter looked unfazed. "People usually think I'm antisocial and cold. I wanted to show my hospitable side." I was speechless. "Dr. Harrington, how do you even know Emma and... Liam?" "Emma was a friend of a classmate. Three years ago, when I was studying in London, she moved there too. One day, this guy Liam adds me on social media, says a bunch of weird stuff, and tells me to 'take good care of her'." Suddenly, I remembered. They said Emma had moved abroad chasing another guy. The realization hit me like a truck. "The guy Emma chased abroad was you?" Carter suddenly turned his head and looked at me, his eyes dead serious. "I have absolutely no relationship with her. We aren't even friends." I quickly processed this web of connections. "So, for the past three years, you could see every single thing Liam posted?" "Yes." I remembered how, when we first officially "met", Carter had stared at me in a daze for a long time. Until Riley screamed like a banshee, snapping him out of it. "So, back at the hospital... when we supposedly met for the first time, did you recognize me?" I asked. "No. The timeline is reversed," Carter said, keeping his eyes on the road. Word by word, it pierced straight into my heart. "I met you in the hospital first. Only later did I get Liam's friend request, and on his feed, I saw you again. "If it wasn't because I saw you in his photos... I never would have had the patience to listen to his nonsense, and I definitely wouldn't have kept his contact on my phone until now." This information exploded in my brain. Ultimately, I only latched onto one main point. Which meant, even when Liam was already dating me, he still couldn't let go of his 'first love'. He had pathetically reached out to her supposed crush to send those bizarre messages. My eyes burned, and I stayed silent for a long time. Carter quietly handed me a tissue. "Don't be sad. There are plenty of men out there. Just get a new one." I sniffled. "Those messages he sent you... is it convenient for me to see them?" Carter turned to stone for three full seconds. Then stated firmly: "No. It is. Not. Convenient." Fine, whatever. Why was he acting like I just asked to see his underwear? 10 For the next little while, I slept at Riley's house and commuted with Carter in the mornings. With all the constant chaos, the agonizing post-breakup phase flew by. Carter was like a caveman slowly discovering civilization. Not only did he learn how to care for others, he even started trying to cook. This terrified Maria, who thought she was about to be fired. The other victim was Dr. Bennett, who shared Carter's office. Carter suddenly stopped working overtime. Dr. Bennett was left to hold the fort alone, his hairline visibly receding day by day. Riley marveled: "The most abnormal person in our family is becoming more normal every day." But I still thought he was a little weird. For example, right before bed, he would check on me with the same bedside manner he used on terminal patients: "How are you feeling these past two days? Are you getting used to the bed?" I nodded: "I'm used to it." He'd immediately turn around and post an Instagram story. [She's finally getting used to my bed. ?] The picture was of my jacket hanging on his bedpost. The comment section must have been brutally toxic. Because by the time I saw it, it was just a uniform row of: [Comment deleted] [Comment deleted] My jaw dropped. "Dr. Harrington, is this also to show off your hospitality?" Carter, peeling an orange for me, looked completely calm: "No, this one was to flex on the haters." The first hater to be flexed on was Emma. Perhaps the flex kept her up all night. At the crack of dawn, she was waiting outside Carter's house, peeking through the gates. She wanted to see with her own eyes who this "she" was that was driving her insane with jealousy. But she picked the wrong day. Riley, who notoriously slept in, miraculously woke up early that day. When the two made eye contact, Riley smiled like a demon. "You could have stayed in heaven, but you just had to come knock on hell's door!" She had been wanting to punch someone for days. But living in a civilized society, she couldn't exactly throw hands in broad daylight. Riley slowly rolled up her sleeves. Took a deep breath, and screamed at the top of her lungs: "INTRUDER! THIEF!" Then she charged out, fists flying in an absolute beatdown. Hearing the screams, Maria stumbled out of bed, grabbed a broom, and joined the fray. As Emma's shrieks grew sharper and sharper, Maria regained a sliver of reason. "Are we hitting her too hard?" Riley: "If we don't hit hard, how will the thief learn? Maria, your cooking is terrible, you gotta show you're useful for something!" Hearing that, Maria instantly remembered her impending unemployment. To prove her indispensable value, Maria rolled up her sleeves and swung the broom with feral intensity. When security finally arrived, it took three guys to pull Maria off. Emma was left bruised and battered, her face swollen like a balloon, gasping for air between sobs.
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