When I was at my most money-hungry, I got together with Julian, a guy who’d hit his head and lost his smarts. Not only was he mentally a child, but he was also a germophobe who hated being touched. After three years together, I finally managed to have his baby. Then his first love came back. I took the money and ran. It was the logical thing to do. Five years later, a random guy tried to hit on me. Out of nowhere, a little kid ran up and roasted him. "Mister, you don't even have a nose bridge. You're so ugly." The kid looked exactly like Julian. Terrified of being recognized, I tried to walk away, but he grabbed my shirt. "Miss, my daddy is handsome. Can I introduce you?" 1 The stranger glanced at the Porsche key in my hand. "Hey beautiful, looking for a good time?" He flipped his bangs and gave me a greasy smile. "I'm a virgin. Interested?" I looked at the stark difference in foundation color between his face and neck and almost laughed out loud. I bit my lip, about to politely decline. Suddenly, a little boy ran out. "Mister, you don't even have a nose bridge. You're so ugly." The kid turned to me with a grin. "Right, Miss?" Me: "..." The man's face turned the color of raw liver. "Where did this brat come from? Get lost." "But Mister, your makeup is flaking off," the kid said, blinking his big eyes innocently. The man awkwardly wiped his face and stormed off. "Miss, I chased away the ugly man. Wasn't I brave?" The boy looked up at me, raising an eyebrow, clearly fishing for a compliment. I froze. He looked familiar. Way too familiar. That expression was identical to Julian's. I asked tentatively, "What's your name, sweetie?" "Lucas." My heart skipped a beat. That was the name I picked when I was seven months pregnant. I scanned the area. No sign of Julian. I let out a breath. "Thanks, kiddo." "You should go home now. I have to go too." He called me "Miss," which meant he didn't know who I was. I grabbed my bag and turned to leave, but he tugged on my shirt. "Miss, my daddy is handsome. Can I introduce you?" 2 I had to admit, his dad was handsome. Back when Julian crashed his car and reverted to the mental age of a ten-year-old, the doctors said it was a blood clot. He'd only recover when it dissolved. But Julian's father, Mr. Sterling, wanted a grandson immediately. He arranged three "girlfriends" for Julian. The first two failed. I was the third. Mr. Sterling was blunt. "Sasha, give me a grandson, and I'll wire you ten million dollars. Immediately." I agreed without hesitation. Taking advantage of a mentally impaired guy was immoral, sure. But my morals were flexible, especially when his own father was green-lighting it. To complete the mission, I practiced every seduction technique in the book. Our first meeting. Julian was sitting on the couch, playing with an Ultraman figure. I wore a white dress and spoke in my gentlest voice. He looked up. Sharp jawline, high brow. Thick lashes framing eyes that were clear and innocent. I thought to myself, Even just sleeping with him once would be a win. This deal is pure profit. Julian stared at me for a moment, then smiled. "Hi, big sister." "Good boy." I thought this would be easy money. But when I sat next to him and tried to hold his hand... "Go away! Don't touch me!" He shoved me with surprising force. His smile vanished. Like a spooked cat, he scrubbed the skin I had touched until it was raw. I realized why the first two girls failed. He wasn't just slow; he was a germophobe who hated physical contact. But I only saw dollar signs. I wasn't going to give up. I researched. I read books. I became his friend. I played games with him. I treated him like a child. As long as I didn't touch him, he was easy to get along with. He’d follow me around calling me "Sister." He’d share his snacks. When he won a game, he’d look at me for praise. But the moment I initiated contact? He’d freak out. Two years passed. Our relationship remained painfully platonic. I was getting impatient. I decided to force the issue. I drugged his food. Once he was out, I tied him to the bed. But the idiot had a weird constitution. The sleeping pills barely worked. He woke up almost immediately. Seeing me straddling him, shirt unbuttoned, he started crying. Wailing. Snot bubbles and all. "I'm not clean anymore! I'm dirty!" "I hate you! I hate you!" "You're a bad sister!" I have thick skin. I was immune to his tantrums. Besides, I never claimed to be a good person. I had him tied up. It was now or never. I grinned like a villain, tracing his abs, then sliding the strap of my lingerie off my shoulder. "Be good. We're just playing horsie." That night, I awkwardly made it happen. Miraculously, I got pregnant on the first try. Mr. Sterling was thrilled. He said if I wanted, I could stay after the baby was born. Honestly? I considered it. But I quickly snapped out of it. At Lucas's one-month celebration, a beautiful girl named Chloe showed up. The moment Julian saw her, he smiled. He even reached out to hold her hand. No sign of the germophobe anywhere. My heart sank. The maids told me Chloe was Julian's first love. He crashed his car racing for her. After that day, Julian started disappearing. Rumor had it he was hanging out with Chloe. Even with a broken brain, his body remembered her. My mother was a hopeless romantic. I watched her fight other women for my dad her whole life. But my dad never changed. He racked up massive gambling debts. Eventually, she gave up. She turned on the gas and took him with her. I was the one left behind. Orphans with debt don't have the luxury of romance. I wasn't going to end up like my mom, fighting for a man. Besides, Julian wouldn't be like this forever. One day, he'd wake up. Better to leave on my own terms than be kicked out later. So, I took the money and left. Without looking back. 3 I know, I'm selfish. In five years, I only visited them twice. But after seeing Chloe carrying Lucas in and out of the Sterling mansion like she owned the place, I stopped going. Thinking about it made me irritable. I blurted out, "Your dad has Chloe. He doesn't need me." Suddenly, small arms wrapped around my legs. "You know Chloe! You are my mommy!" Lucas looked up at me, eyes serious. I realized this wasn't a coincidence. He was looking for me. But when I left, he was a baby. Chloe had already taken my place. He shouldn't know me. Did someone tell him? Definitely not Julian. Even if he recovered, he probably wanted to kill me for what I did. I pushed down the storm of emotions and pried his hands off. "I'm not your mom. You got the wrong person." His big eyes turned red. He looked confused and hurt. I put on my sunglasses and stormed out of the cafe. At the alley entrance, I stopped. I looked back and saw Julian. He was wearing a tailored suit, his face cold and expressionless. He looked nothing like the boy who followed me around calling me "Sister." He was saying something to Lucas, and it didn't look nice. Then, a familiar figure walked out from behind him. Chloe. She looked even more mature and beautiful than five years ago. Pretty mom, handsome dad. A perfect family. I looked away and went home, feeling defeated. I had left the law firm dinner early because I hated the smoke. I wanted to relax at a cafe. Instead, my day was ruined. I sat in my empty apartment. When I left the Sterlings, I only took half the money. I left the rest for Lucas. I paid off my dad's debts and went to law school in the US. I never expected to run into them three months after returning. 4 That night, I dreamed of Julian. After the "forced incident," he seemed to get used to my touch. Sometimes, he’d stare at me and gulp. He didn't know what was happening to him. Once, we were watching Ultraman. He kept glancing at me. "What is it?" I asked. "Sister..." He was breathing hard, hands fidgeting in his lap. "Every time I look at you, I feel like I'm going to explode. Am I sick?" He asked innocently, but his eyes drifted to my neckline. I understood immediately and burst out laughing. I wish I had recorded it. The only time we slept in the same bed voluntarily was when I was five months pregnant. There was a thunderstorm, and the power went out. He knocked on my door, hugging a Transformer. "I'm scared. Can I sleep with you?" "Fine. But..." I pointed at the toy. "That thing has to go." "No! He stays with me!" I hadn't been paid yet, so I compromised. I slept on the left, the Transformer on the right, and Julian in the middle. Thunder cracked. He grabbed me, burying his face in my back. I realized he was terrified of thunder. It made sense; he was mentally ten. I patted his back like a mom until he fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I felt something hot pressing against my back. His voice was husky but childish. "Sister, I want to play horsie again."
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