After my sugar daddy went bankrupt, he wanted to end it all. I pretended not to notice. "Babe, your birthday is next month. I saw this watch that would look perfect on you. It's a shame it's five million dollars. I don't have enough money." My sugar daddy’s eyes went red with emotion. "I can't believe you remembered." So, he went out to haul bricks, deliver takeout, and sell off his properties until he finally scraped together five million. I didn't even look at the money. I spent it all immediately. Then I pouted, "That new bag that just dropped is so cute too. I really want it..." He completely gave up on dying. Now, the moment he opens his eyes every morning, all he thinks about is making money. 1 In my third year as Dominic’s trophy girlfriend, he seemed to go bankrupt. While Dominic was still away on a business trip, the house staff started clearing out one by one. Mrs. Higgins, the housekeeper I was somewhat close with, tried to give me a heads-up before she left. "Miss Meng, pack up whatever valuables you can and run while there's still something to grab." Did she think I didn't want to run? But after three years of being pampered by Dominic, I was spoiled rotten. Sure, I was a "canary in a gilded cage," but Dominic was sweet, generous, and surprisingly easygoing. I hadn't suffered a day in three years; it was pure luxury. If I left him, where was I going to find another sucker willing to spend money on me and cater to my every whim? Maybe the rumors were false? I decided to hold out a little longer. 2 The day the bankruptcy news was confirmed, Dominic came back. His suit was wrinkled, and the dark circles under his eyes told me he hadn't slept in days. He sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa. In his hand was a small fruit knife, glinting in the dim light. His expression was flat, his eyes dead. He twirled the knife in his fingers, aiming it toward his wrist. Everyone else had left. The house was dark. It took me a while to fumble for the light switch. Hearing the noise, Dominic turned his head, stunned. "Cece... you're still here?" I pretended I didn't understand what was happening, acting blind to the knife in his hand. I threw myself at him with my usual exaggerated affection. "Babe! You're finally back! I missed you so much!" Habitually, my hand slid into his pocket. Empty. Nothing there. It seemed he really was broke. Dominic used to bring me expensive gifts after every trip. Realizing what I was looking for, a flash of desolate sadness crossed his eyes. "Cece, I'm sorry, I..." I cut him off, sitting in his lap with a look of regret, playing with his fingers. "Babe, your birthday is next month. I saw this Patek Philippe that fits you perfectly. But it's five million dollars. I don't have enough." Interrupted, Dominic forgot his suicide speech. Once he processed my words, his eyes reddened. "My birthday... you remembered?" I gave him a coquettish look. "How could I forget your birthday?" He looked incredibly moved. His hands were trembling. "It's just five million. I'll transfer it to you right now..." Then he remembered. He was broke. I stared at him with wide, expectant eyes. Dominic wiped his eyes, his voice dropping to a whisper. "There's a slight issue with liquidity. I'll transfer it in a couple of days." "Forget it. I'm going to handle this now." He stood up, trying to leave. I pushed him back down. "Since you were gone, all the staff left for some reason. There's no one to cook." Dominic’s face looked terrible. He clenched his fists, then relaxed them. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault." He took off his jacket and headed to the kitchen. "I'll make dinner right now." There were still ingredients in the fridge. Dominic put on an apron and got to work. I hadn't seen him in two weeks. He looked thinner, but his body was still top-tier—broad chest, tight ass. After eating so well with Dominic, how could I ever settle for another man? Sob. I was trapped. 3 Dominic learned to cook while studying abroad. It wasn't gourmet, but it wasn't bad. Luckily, I wasn't just hungry for food. The real feast was later. After eating, Dominic tried to leave again. I dragged him straight to the bedroom. "Babe, you're acting so weird since you got back. Did something happen?" Dominic’s eyes flickered. His resistance weakened. "No, I just want to sort out the funds quickly." I traced circles on his chest, my voice dripping with grievance. "Work again? Don't you miss me after being gone so long?" My leg hooked around his waist. His Adam's apple bobbed. I didn't give him a chance to speak. I kissed him. I needed to get my fill first. Halfway through, Dominic hugged me tightly, choking back a sob, looking fragile. "Cece, you're so good to me." I quickly covered his mouth. Okay, stop talking. You're making me feel guilty. 4 When I woke up, Dominic was gone. Probably out looking for work. I took my time getting ready. Breakfast was already made and sitting on the table. After eating, I was a bit stuffed, so I walked around the garden. My best friend texted me a string of exclamation marks. "I feel like I'm hallucinating. Why does my delivery guy look exactly like your man?" Attached was a blurry, abstract paparazzi-style photo. I clicked it open and zoomed in. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. He’s 6'2", but she managed to make him look 4'11". Despite the terrible angle, I recognized Dominic instantly. He used to be a CEO. How did he fall this far? I asked around in my circle. Turns out someone was deliberately sabotaging him. His resume was being thrown in the trash everywhere he applied. Damn it. My heart actually hurt for him. Truth be told, I had assets. Dominic had been generous over the years, and since I only love money, I’d converted all his gifts into cold, hard cash. Worst case scenario, we swap roles. I’ll keep him. It’s too cruel to watch him like this. When Dominic came back, I stopped him. "Babe, maybe we should go live in my hometown for a while." Visibly relieved, he nodded. "Okay." With his agreement, I started packing. Clothes, shoes—all essentials. This bag is worth $20k, this one $50k. They’re basically money. Gotta take them. The jewelry Dominic bought me at auctions? Expensive. Packing that. I filled several huge suitcases. Looking at the pile of luggage, I realized Dominic was being too quiet. I went to find him. He was sitting on the sofa, motionless. Something felt off. "Why aren't you packing?" He finally reacted. "I don't have much. Just some toiletries." He casually threw a few things into a backpack. That night, Dominic went to sleep early. He hugged the blanket, his brow relaxed, sleeping peacefully. It made my heart soft. If only I hadn't seen the drafted text on his phone: I liquidated everything under my name. It's exactly five million. Cece, take the money and live a good life. And the bottle of sleeping pills hidden in the back of his nightstand. 5 The next day, Dominic slept in, which was rare. When he got up, he seemed energetic. He put on a suit, looking like he was going on a long trip. "Cece, I transferred the five million to your account." "I have to go on a business trip. I might be gone for a month. Go back to your hometown first. I'll find you there." As he was putting on his shoes, I pretended to just see the notification. I didn't even blink. I spent it all immediately. Dominic, who saw everything, froze in place. I put down my phone, looking innocent. "Babe, what's wrong? You look pale." "Are you going on a trip? Oh, look! That new limited-edition bag is so pretty too. I really want it..." You want to die behind my back? Earn me another hundred million first. The alarm I had set beforehand went off. Dominic forced a smile and answered it. "The trip is canceled? Okay, I understand." I saw the despair beneath his blank expression. According to my character setting, I should be comforting him right now. Being the understanding girlfriend. But I’ve gone dark side. I ignored his pain and shoved my phone screen in his face. "Babe, look! Should I get this pattern or that one? They're both so cute. I can't choose." Before the bankruptcy, Dominic wouldn't have even looked up. He would've just said, "Buy both." Now, he secretly pinched his thigh to stay conscious. "The blue one." I pouted. "But the pink one is cute too." He quickly pivoted. "Then buy the pink one." I looked down, twiddling my fingers. "But the blue one is also nice. What do I do, Babe? I love them both." It took him a long time to squeeze the words out of his throat. "Then buy both." After saying it, he fled toward the door. "I can't talk right now. I'm going to be late for work. Bye." His back looked aged and weary. For a moment, I wondered if his desire to strangle me outweighed his desire to kill himself. After Dominic left, I looked at my packed bags and started unpacking. Guess we aren't going to my hometown anytime soon.
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