The night before the confession, I received a hotel room number from my childhood friend. I thought there would be a surprise, so I rushed over with flushed cheeks. After entering the room, I saw him entangled in bed with a girl. Seeing me, he didn't stop. In fact, he became even more intense. After finishing, he slowly climbed off the woman. He lit a cigarette, smiling carelessly through the smoke. "No hard feelings, I'm just tired of hiding. I don't want to keep sneaking around with her anymore." He paused, carefully pulling the blanket up to cover the woman. "Don't worry, I'll still show up for tomorrow's confession." "After all, you've been chasing after me for ten years. Who else would want you besides me?" "Tomorrow, everything stays the same, except..." "You get the title, she gets my body." He looked at me mockingly, waiting for me to ask him why like I used to, all hurt and pitiful. I said nothing and turned to leave. The next day at the confession, I threw myself into his sworn enemy's arms. "You get the title, and you get my body too."
"She's here, she's here! Bella's here!" "Bella and her ten-year childhood friend—the campus heartthrob—confessing their love! How romantic!" The field was packed with students, completely surrounded. Dylan loved his reputation and demanded that my confession to him be grand and spectacular. For this spectacular confession, he'd been hyping it up online for three months, attracting a huge crowd of onlookers. "Bella, how do you feel about confessing today?" "Bella, aren't you worried Dylan might reject you?" I said nothing, slowly walking toward the center of the field. The confession was arranged on the sports field. Dylan stood in the center wearing last night's clothes, his face carrying a confident smile of certain victory. This morning he texted me, saying seven rounds last night had left him a bit tired, so he might be late. I didn't expect him to actually show up. I looked at him calmly. He was certain I couldn't leave him. Our families were neighbors. I'd practically grown up following right behind him. Since childhood, whenever I threw a tantrum or cried, he'd threaten me that he wouldn't play with me anymore. Until I obediently listened, letting him mold me however he wanted. This time was the same. I showed no reaction. He thought I'd compromised. Dylan's good buddy, Nathan, looked at me with an ambiguous expression. "Bella, you actually came!" He laughed lecherously, slinging his arm around Dylan's shoulder. "Bro, you're not playing fair! You won't teach your brothers this amazing technique for controlling women!" Another guy chimed in: "So jealous of Dylan! Seven rounds in bed last night, and today he still gets a confession from the campus beauty!" Several of them burst into laughter. Dylan, being flattered, was in a great mood, his lips curving upward. "Of course. She's my little follower I've trained since childhood. How could she not be obedient?" A woman who'd followed behind him since childhood—if she didn't listen to him, who else would she listen to? So this was how he saw me. Nathan looked at Dylan with admiration. I slowly walked toward the center of the field. Sunlight fell on my white dress, making me look like an angel. A flash of amazement crossed Dylan's eyes. Dazed, he said, "My girlfriend is so beautiful." Without thinking, he slowly began walking toward me. Before he could move, Dylan's buzzing phone diverted his attention. Seeing the contact name, his lips unconsciously curved upward. He walked away a few steps to answer it. "You're awake? Looks like I didn't work hard enough last night?" On the other end, the voice was soft and sweet, carrying a mix of complaint and coquetry that stirred the heart. "I'm in pain... It's all your fault. You were too rough this morning. I don't care, you have to take me to the hospital!" Dylan softened his tone: "Alright, my fault, my fault. I'll take you to the hospital right now for a thorough checkup!" Dylan chuckled softly and turned to leave. Nathan quickly stopped him: "Who is it?" "Yesterday's little vixen." Dylan put his phone in his pocket, his tone unconsciously affectionate: "I was too rough last night. The little vixen is in too much pain to take it. I'm going to check on her." Nathan raised an eyebrow: "Today is Bella's confession day. Teachers and students are all watching. If you leave, what about Bella?" Dylan was unconcerned. "What's the rush? No matter how late it is, she'll wait for me. A little while won't make a difference." "Sophia isn't the kind of girl who throws tantrums. She must really not feel well." "You just keep an eye on things here. It'll be fine." Thinking for a moment, he stepped forward and shoved a bouquet of flowers into my hands in front of everyone. "Take a photo and post it yourself to handle things." Click—done. He yawned lazily: "That's that. I'm taking Sophia to the hospital for a checkup first. You handle those people." "Dylan." I called out to him, saying calmly: "If you leave today, I won't confess to you." His steps paused. He turned to look at me. His dark eyes were unreadable, then he smiled carelessly. "In this entire city, who would want you besides me?" "Bella, you simply can't leave me. Stop making a scene." Before leaving, he tossed out casually: "My patience is limited. Stop making a scene. When I come back, the girlfriend position is still yours." Dylan left quickly. His buddies exchanged awkward glances. Everyone looked at me uncomfortably. No one spoke. I looked up toward the direction Dylan had left, my lips curving slightly. Dylan, go ahead. Go comfort your Sophia. Then I'll just change the male lead for this confession.
I slowly walked to the center of the field. Everyone was staring at me. The surrounding flowers and balloons were beautifully arranged. Students and teachers were all there too. Except for the male lead. Nathan caught up, forcing out a smile. "Um... Bella, Dylan has urgent business. He'll be back in a bit. Don't overthink it." His other buddies also crowded around, trying to smooth things over. "Right, right! Dylan always has everything under control. Today's your confession day—he'll be here soon!" "Bro guarantees it—being with Dylan, you'll definitely be the happiest woman in this city!" "Men are all like this, you know." The guys went back and forth, making his scumbag behavior sound completely reasonable. I looked at my phone. It was now 11:50 AM. I smiled at everyone. "Of course I'll wait for him to come back." If he didn't come back, how could he witness me leaving with someone else, and the fall of the Thompson family? There was still some time before the scheduled confession. I stood in the center, my eyes scanning across the entire field. The roses in the flower beds were ones Dylan had personally imported from abroad not long ago. The floating balloons were all pig-shaped ones I liked. The heart formation on the side was also designed by a top designer Dylan had personally hired. The scene was extremely romantic. This man liked to do everything to the extreme. In college, when pursuing me, he followed me to the lab for three months without complaint. Even for data and reports he didn't understand, he put aside his pride to ask others for help, learning everything from scratch bit by bit. A high-and-mighty, unruly rich kid reforming himself for a woman. Even though he never formally confessed, I was willing to take the initiative to confess and go to him. But this man that every woman would dream of turned out to be a scumbag. No comfort, no explanation. He only left me with one option: obedience. My best friend Emma found me, angrily defending me. "He used to treat you so well, buying gifts more diligently than anyone. I thought he was a good man!" "I never imagined he'd betray you like this. And to think I told my arranged marriage partner to learn from him!" She opened her phone, showing me new social media content. [Little vixen is too clingy. She insists on one more round to cure her illness. Won't let me leave unless I cure her. No choice but to satisfy her.] Below were comments from all his buddies. [Congrats, Dylan! Two women now!] [When Bella finds out, she's going to make a scene. Dylan, have you figured out how to coax her?] Dylan quickly replied. [Like I said, body for Sophia, title for her.] He said it so matter-of-factly, not treating me like a person at all. I clicked into Sophia Turner's social media—sure enough, she had new content too. In the photo, a man and woman were embracing, exposed skin covered in bruises and marks. On the bed behind them were scattered intimate clothing, and on the sheets, faint traces of their passionate aftermath could be seen. Caption: Stop it! I told you to be gentler with your treatment! I remained expressionless and took a screenshot. "Bella, don't wait for him anymore!" "That pair of cheating dogs is disgusting." Emma grabbed my shoulders, shaking me: "Bella, don't be foolish! Toads with three legs are hard to find, but men with three legs are everywhere. Why hang yourself on one tree? Hurry up and cancel today's confession and cut ties with Dylan!" "You could have been admitted without exams in senior year, but you chose to repeat the year to tutor that spoiled brat. You taught a complete idiot until he finally got into college just last month, wasting your precious youth!" "In college, you both started managing family businesses. The Thompson family went from loss to loss under his management. You stayed up late every night creating various proposals for him—that's the only reason the Thompson family maintained its position today." "Even when he was out partying and all kinds of scandals spread about him, you were the one who handled everything! Silly girl, wake up! You gave him everything, and what did he give you in return?!" Emma became more agitated as she spoke, her eyes moistening: "I don't care anymore. If you confess to him, tomorrow I'm hanging myself at your bedside." I gently comforted her, saying seriously: "Thank you, Emma." "Don't worry, I won't be confessing to Dylan." After comforting my best friend, I opened my dad's chat. "Dad, I admit defeat." Dylan really wasn't worth it.
Dylan's buddies gathered not far away. Drunk and loose-lipped, they said everything. "Dylan's so lucky! Out there enjoying himself now, and tonight when he gets back together with Bella, he can keep enjoying!" "Bella's personality is so easy to manipulate. Look at her—watching Dylan get seduced by a vixen without any reaction. She can really take it!" "Dylan's born to enjoy life. Bros, work hard and learn from Dylan!" Emma couldn't help but want to confront them. I signaled her to stay quiet, recorded the video, and continued watching the show. Good content should be shared with everyone. Nathan video-called Dylan. The call was answered instantly. Ambiguous sounds came from the other end. Dylan, breathing heavily, joked: "I'm treating my little vixen's illness. You guys want to watch the whole thing?" Someone asked: "Dylan, aren't you coming back? The students are getting impatient." Dylan said irritably: "What's the rush? Isn't Bella there? She'll think of reasons to explain for me." "Right now I need to properly treat my little vixen's illness!" I stepped forward and took a photo of their video call screen. Several guys instantly froze in place. Nathan quickly hid his phone behind his back, forcing out a smile. "Bella..." I interrupted him. "There are five minutes left until the confession time. Shouldn't you all go find good positions to stand?" Nathan scratched his head, laughing: "Bella, you're really underestimating Dylan!" I rolled my eyes at them and pulled Emma away. Nathan had no choice but to explain the situation to Dylan. Dylan was dismissive. "Five minutes? Is she kidding?!" Dylan scratched his head irritably. "You guys go over first. I'll be right there." Dylan's fair-weather friends caught up with me and started making excuses again. "Bella, you're the only one in his heart, but men, you know..." Emma kicked the guy who was talking. "Trash is trash. What excuses!" I remained silent. Ten-plus years as childhood friends—Dylan had been excessively good to me. If he hadn't come clean, I would never have discovered he had someone else. To say I wasn't hurt would be a lie, but I was grateful—at least we weren't married yet. As for the option he left me, I chose to flip the table. The group arrived at the center of the field. It was already packed with people. A man walked toward me. I took the initiative to walk toward him and nestled into his arms. The smiles on Dylan's buddies' faces completely froze. The guests below had varied expressions. This confession wasn't for Dylan?! On the other side, Dylan finished his last cigarette and got dressed. Sophia was wrapped entirely in the blanket, mumbling discontentedly: "Rushing, rushing, what's the rush! I haven't finished treatment yet..." Dylan smiled and pinched the soft flesh on her body. "Let me get through this formality, then I'll come back and continue the treatment." He opened his phone. A flood of messages poured out. Dylan paused slightly and clicked on the latest video Nathan had sent. In the video, I wore a white dress, not the least bit disheveled. Instead, I was smiling—calm yet radiant. I didn't walk down the rose path Dylan had laid out for me, didn't take the flower he'd casually shoved into my hands. Instead, I walked straight toward the front of the crowd. Standing there was a tall, imposing man with an aura of cold intensity.
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