The famous movie star posted a tribute to her deceased lover, and my five-year-old son called the police on her. "If you're building a persona of a heartbroken lover, why are you posting my Daddy's picture?" Chloe Wood's eyes were red as she explained, "It's not marketing. That's a picture of my deceased fiancé." The photo showed me at eighteen. She didn't love me then. She said I was the person she hated most. Now, she used a sentimental soundtrack with my picture, captioning it: [Six years gone since I lost my fiancé. I'll never see your face again.] Everyone praised her devotion, envying me for being loved by her even in death. My son's cheeks puffed up, and he yelled fiercely: "That is my Daddy! He is not dead! You can't see your lover's face, so you decided to publicly cremate my Daddy online, didn't you?" 1 "Daddy, Baby needs to ask you something." My five-year-old son, Ethan, suddenly ran up to me. His plump, red lips were pursed, and he said seriously: "Confess honestly and you'll be treated leniently. Resist and you'll be punished severely, got it?" I paused, slightly stunned. I rubbed his cheek, annoyed. "What good baby treats his Daddy like a criminal? You're being too presumptuous, little man." He batted my hand away, his small face serious and fierce, like a tiny adult. "Daddy, be serious! Answer the question honestly." "Are you sick? Really sick, and you're hiding it from me?" I stiffened. I wondered why the little guy was suddenly asking this. Ethan saw my reaction and assumed he had figured out my secret. He has a beautiful, sculpted face, a natural birthmark on his forehead, making him look like a picture-perfect cherub. He looked at me, pouting, his eyes glistening. "Don't pretend, Daddy. I know everything." I was completely dumbfounded. What did this little guy know? Was he just quoting something abstract he saw online? 2 He pulled a few sheets of paper from behind his back and slapped them onto the table. "You brought these papers home from the doctor, didn't you?" "You thought hiding them in the drawer would work? Daddy, you underestimate me." I realized they were the test results I got yesterday. He thought I was sick. Before I could speak, Ethan put his hands on his hips, his cheeks puffed up with indignation. "Baby's little eyes might not read, but you can't treat me like an idiot." "These papers are exactly like the ones you got when you took me to the doctor when I was sick." "So many papers! You must have a serious, serious illness." As he spoke, his long lashes fluttered, and tears instantly sprang up. He wiped his face with a chubby hand, collapsing. "Daddy, what kind of awful illness do you have?" "Tell Baby! Baby can handle it..." The little guy was sobbing so hard my heart was breaking. I immediately pulled him into my arms, comforting him gently. "My Baby, don't cry. Listen to Daddy." "Daddy just went for a check-up. The doctor didn't say I was sick." The little guy stopped crying immediately, pearl-like tears clinging to his lashes. "Really? Daddy, we're father and son. You can't lie to me." I nodded, assuring him I wasn't lying. 3 In truth, I had gone to the hospital because I was in too much pain to work. It was late, and I hadn't finished all the necessary tests. I needed to go back today. The doctor's expression had been grim, leaving me deeply unsettled. My babysitter, Alex, arrived then. I hired him because of my work schedule; he's newly graduated, cheerful, and Ethan loves him. Seeing Ethan's damp lashes, Alex asked gently: "What happened? Did our Baby cry?" Ethan nodded, explaining vividly: "Yes. I was just playing a game of 'abstract truth' and scared myself." Alex and I both laughed. I told Alex: "Stay with Ethan. I need to go out." I started packing my things, planning to go to the hospital before returning to work. It was strange; Alex kept staring at me, as if there was something on my face. Suddenly, he asked: "Jay, do you know the movie star, Chloe Wood? Or rather, do you know her dead lover?" I froze, feeling uncomfortable. "Why?" Alex pulled out his phone. "Chloe Wood posted a picture of her deceased lover last night, and he looks exactly like you." I lowered my gaze and saw the picture of myself. My mind instantly went blank. The caption felt incredibly piercing. After a long silence, I blinked, pulling my gaze away. I gave a faint smile. "No, I don't know her. It must be a coincidence." 4 While waiting for my test results, I scrolled through social media. I found a gossip account: [Movie Star Chloe Wood posts a memorial for her fiancé who died six years ago. The emotional music, coupled with her reply to a fan saying she regrets not loving him more, is truly heartbreaking.] [A fan commented that the photo looked familiar. Chloe replied: 'Impossible. I watched him get cremated.'] [I thought she hadn't found love yet, but she was already tragically bereaved. I feel so much sympathy for her grief.] I opened the comment section. I was stunned. [After you left, this world is your will, and I am your sole legacy... So touching. The man Chloe loves must have been so happy.] [I'm so jealous of that guy. She still loves him even though he's dead.] [You can see how much Chloe loves him. I envy them.] [Ugh, I wish I were that man. I'd be happy even if I lived to a hundred, had billions in assets, and was feasting every day.] [That little jerk had good luck. Chloe still loves him six years after he died.] I stopped reading and scrolled down. The next post was Chloe's. The photo showed me at eighteen. I had been madly in love with Chloe then. I pursued her relentlessly. But she didn't love me, saying I was the person she hated most. Now, she used a sentimental soundtrack with my picture, captioning it: [Six years gone since I lost my fiancé. I'll never see your face again.] In the comments, a local user wrote: [The photo looks familiar. I think I saw him a few days ago.] Chloe replied: [Impossible. I watched him get cremated.] Another user: [You must have loved him so much.] Chloe replied: [My greatest regret is not loving him properly back then.] I never imagined the person I had desperately pursued in my youth would say she loved me six years after my "death." Was I sad? Happy? Or was it... ironic? 5 I stood alone after leaving the doctor's office. I looked at the bustling crowds of patients, my mind blank. I felt confusion, helplessness, and a profound powerlessness against fate. My head was pounding, and my emotions were at a breaking point. I slowly crouched, leaning against the wall, hugging my knees, and crying softly. I kept asking myself: What do I do? What should I do? And Ethan... he's only five. He's still so young. Suddenly, I heard Ethan's voice. I looked up, following the sound. A young man nearby was watching a video on his phone and had paused on Ethan. "You're so pure, you're 1080P. You mourn your dead lover, but you cremated my Daddy online..." Hearing that, I instantly sobered up and grabbed my phone. A pop-up notification appeared: [You follow EthanTheDaddy'sBoy. New update...] My little guy loves watching videos and often films himself doing daily things. Alex helps him share them on his account. The little guy now has 200,000 followers and is starting to get ad deals. He always shows me his videos, demanding I read the comments. When he gets an ad, he puffs up proudly and says: "Daddy, Baby is earning money with his face now. Isn't that amazing?" 6 I clicked the notification. The video opened. The next second, I saw Ethan's cheeks puffed up, his small brow furrowed in anger: "Aunties, Baby isn't playing games today. This is very serious." "Movie Star Chloe Wood, why did you post my Daddy's picture to mourn your dead lover?" "I'm asking you. You're a movie star, you're so pure, you're 1080P. You mourn your dead lover, but you cremated my Daddy online. That is so rude." Ethan's small, red lips trembled. He pointed at the camera, threatening fiercely: "My Daddy went to work this morning. Why did you watery-eyed people cremate him this afternoon?" "Whether you're marketing a deep devotion persona or playing abstract, I called the police! You wait for jail!" The video ended there. Posted two hours ago. I was stunned. I immediately called Alex. He answered quickly. "Alex, where are you?" Alex spoke slowly: "Jay, we're... at the police station." "Ethan saw the gossip video, insisted Chloe's photo was you, and called the police... The police officer has summoned Chloe. Jay, maybe you should come down?" My mind went blank. Then I blurted out: "Okay, I'm on my way." I quickly packed my diagnostic report and left the hospital for the police station.
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