My breakup with my ex-boyfriend was ugly. The year he loved me the most, I took three million dollars from his mother, aborted our child, and betrayed him. He knelt outside the operating room, crying and begging me not to be so cruel. He said he would hate me forever. Six years later, we met again. He had found a beautiful girlfriend from a prestigious family and was about to get married. And I, at my lowest point, went to him to borrow some money. He forced me to attend his wedding, wanting me to watch him marry another woman. He asked me, "Do you regret it?" He didn't know that I had raised our child alone. And that child was sick and dying. 1. Six years after the breakup, I reunited with Julian in the most humiliating way possible. It was a class reunion. No one expected Julian to show up. Someone joked, "Boss Julian never keeps in touch. Why did he suddenly decide to come this year?" "Did you hear Chloe was coming and still have feelings for her?" I sat in the corner, my back stiffening. I looked up to see Julian with a cigarette in his mouth, staring at me coldly. Everyone knew how much Julian loved me back then. He was the young master of a wealthy family, but he fell in love with me at first sight. That year, he cut ties with his family for me. He gave up power and money, fighting desperately to be with me. We lived in a tiny rental apartment, sharing a single cup of instant noodles or a bowl of porridge. It was hard, but we were happy. Every intimate night, we interlaced our fingers and swore to be together forever. Until later, when I got pregnant. His mother gave me three million dollars to abort the child and leave him. That day, Julian knelt outside the operating room, pounding on the door. He cried and begged me over and over: "Baby, please! I'll work hard, I'll make money, I'll support the family. I'll earn many, many three millions for you to spend, okay?" "Please, don't leave me, don't give up on our child..." I lay on the operating table, biting my lip hard to keep from crying out. Through a thin door, I listened as Julian said he would hate me for the rest of his life. 2. No one knew just how ugly our breakup was. People were pushing me towards Julian, laughing and asking him, "Boss Julian used to love Chloe more than his own life. How could he bear to let her go?" Everyone was egging us on, talking about getting back together. Julian's friend glanced at me with a sneer and suddenly said, "What kind of woman can't Boss Julian get? Who does Chloe think she is to make my bro pine for her?" He said there was a woman who had been with Julian for three years. That woman was gentler and prettier than me, more suited to be Julian's girlfriend. Julian had been with her for three years, and his friends all called her "sister-in-law." Rumor had it they were getting married soon. The laughter stopped, except for Julian's friend, who was still smiling and inviting everyone to Julian's wedding. He threw the invitation at me. It hit my face and fell into my lap. I looked down and saw Julian's name on it. Next to his was another girl's name. Her name was Sophia. It sounded like the name of a good girl. I thought she must be more sensible and obedient than me, better at caring for people, and wouldn't make Julian sad all the time. Six years apart, meeting again after a long time... knowing Julian is doing well is enough. I held back the tears that were threatening to fall, looked up, and said to Julian: "Congratulations." Julian stared straight at me. Hearing me say congratulations, he suddenly laughed, crushed his cigarette, and said coldly, "Chloe, don't come to the wedding." "My wife won't be happy to see you. If she's unhappy, my heart will ache." I clutched the thin red invitation and paused. I nodded with a smile and whispered, "Okay." 3. That day, everyone said it seemed Julian really didn't love me anymore. No one expected that we had once loved so deeply. In the end, he was getting married, and the bride wasn't me. Everyone thought Julian would wait for me forever. Everyone was curious about who this Sophia was, to make Julian so captivated and doting. I knew Julian didn't want to see me again, so I left the reunion early. On the way home, a friend sent me a photo of Sophia. Sophia looked very pure in the photo. I heard she loved to smile and act cute, exactly the type of girl Julian liked. My friend asked me, "Chloe, don't you think Sophia looks like you when she smiles?" "Do you think Julian still loves you? Is it really over between you two?" I exhaled gently, remained silent for a long time, and then smiled, "It doesn't matter anymore. I don't care." I didn't want to be entangled with Julian anymore. I thought he would never know that I secretly gave birth to our child, hiding it from everyone. That child was sick and dying. 4. This year was the poorest and hardest of my life. I worked desperately to make money, wanting my child to have the best medicine so he wouldn't be in so much pain when he was sick. For money, I could thicken my skin and go to a class reunion to borrow from people, or work as a hostess in a club, drinking until my stomach bled. I thought that would probably be the last time Julian and I ever saw each other. Until a few days later, the girl named Sophia found me. Sophia had probably heard from others that she looked like me and wanted to meet me. She came to the club with a few friends and asked for me by name. One girl asked me, "You're Chloe? Julian's first love?" Her eyes were full of contempt, looking at my heavy makeup as if to say I was dirty. I clenched my fists, suppressing my temper to avoid trouble, and just asked if they wanted drinks. If not, don't stop me from making money. The girl probably felt I wasn't giving her face and shouted at me, "What's with that attitude? I asked you a question, are you deaf? Don't be ungrateful." She pointed to a bottle of hard liquor and said, "Fine, Chloe, you like money, right? Drink this whole bottle in one go, and I'll give you twenty thousand dollars." Drinking that bottle would probably land me in the hospital. Sophia pretended to be anxious and advised the girl, "Didn't we agree just to take a look and not make things difficult for Chloe?" "Although people say she's good at seducing men and told me to be careful of her, and even Julian said I was too naive and afraid she would bully me." "But I'm fine." I listened quietly to Sophia's words and understood. She was telling me how much Julian liked her and how much he hated me. I smiled and didn't speak, just asked her friend, "It's a deal, right? I drink the bottle, and you give me twenty thousand." Then I picked up the bottle and started chugging. Everyone was stunned, not expecting me to really risk my life for money. Sophia pulled my hand and gently persuaded me, "Chloe, how can you ruin yourself like this for money?" "We women should know shame. I didn't want to say it for fear of hurting you, but you know, Julian hates women like you the most..." I finished the bottle, endured the severe pain in my stomach, interrupted her, and asked, "Where's the money?" "What Julian likes or hates is none of my business. I just want the twenty thousand you promised." Sophia frowned, looking at me with disappointment, and said softly, "Chloe, to be honest, that twenty thousand is just pocket change to me. I could give it to anyone, but I can't give it to you." "You can blame me, but I'm doing this for your own good. I can't watch you continue to degrade yourself..." Her friend pushed me and laughed, "I was just playing with you. I'm not giving you the money. What are you gonna do about it?" I laughed coldly along with her, then raised my hand and smashed the bottle. The flying glass shards cut Sophia's leg, drawing blood. Sophia's tears fell instantly. The women who were noisy just moments ago fell silent. The next second, the door to the private room opened, and Julian stood there, staring at me coldly. I froze, afraid to look into his eyes. Julian saw me wearing heavy makeup, drinking with men for money, and trying to please them. Actually, I wasn't afraid of people looking down on me, I just didn't want Julian to know I was living so miserably. But in the end, even that small wish didn't come true. I could only try my best to pretend I didn't care, forcing myself to look up and watch Julian pull Sophia into his arms and gently wipe away her tears. Then he asked me word by word, "Chloe, who are you bullying in front of me?" "You want money? Fine. Apologize first." I watched Julian protect Sophia and remembered how he used to protect me a long time ago. I knew Julian wanted me to make Sophia happy. It didn't matter. For money, I would do anything. Sophia hid in Julian's arms, smiling secretly at me. I looked at the wound on her leg, picked up a piece of broken glass, and slashed myself hard. Then I held out my bloody hand and said calmly to Julian, "Give it to me. Twenty thousand." Julian looked at me, and his eyes suddenly turned red. Sophia saw Julian's expression, and the smile on her face froze. She took out a bank card, put it in my hand, and said softly, "Chloe, I'm giving you money today not because I owe you, but because I don't want things to get ugly over a little money like you did." I couldn't be bothered to watch her act high and mighty anymore. I took the money and turned to leave, but Julian grabbed me. He called my name and cursed through gritted teeth, "Chloe, doesn't it f***ing hurt? Will you die without money?" His tightly furrowed brow made it seem like he was hurting for me. I shook off his hand forcefully, turned back, and sneered, "I've always been a woman who loves money, Julian. Didn't you know?" "Mind your own business, and mind your woman. Don't mess with me again."
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