I can’t stand the “cool girl” act—calling herself “one of the guys,” to get what she wants. While I am a walking lie detector. When my fiancé brought his “bestie” home, I sighed. “Fine. You two are soulmates. I’ll sleep under a bridge. The bed is yours.” Henry stared at me. “She’s just a buddy. I don’t even see her as a woman.” I took out a notebook. Henry leaned in. “Writing your will?” “Predicting how your ‘buddy’ will cross the line.” 1. Complain she’s hot and strip in front of you. 2. “Accidentally” spill a drink on your crotch, then wipe it with her hands. … Henry swore she wasn’t like that. Then his “buddy” screamed, poured coffee on his thigh, and grabbed his pants. “Take them off! We’ve known each other since diapers—let me check if you’re burned! I’ll blow on it!” I checked “spill drink on crotch” and held the notebook up. “Perfect score.” Henry clamped his legs together, remembering my list. “You’re overreacting. She’s just open and trying to help. Now put that away before you hurt her feelings.” 1 Summer’s hand was still on Henry’s belt as she giggled. “Monica, you’re not actually mad, are you?” “Henry and I go back more than a decade. I used to flick his little thingy when we were kids.” “This is just what friends do for each other.” I ignored her, looking down to write a new prediction in my notebook. Henry, fumbling with his belt, frowned at me. “Monica, is this really necessary? It was a small thing. Can’t you be a little more gracious? We’re all friends here.” Summer’s eyes welled up. “Monica, if it bothers you that I helped Henry, I just won’t touch him anymore.” I paid no mind to her crocodile tears, continuing to write. Seeing my silence, Henry snatched the notebook from my hands and threw it onto the sofa without even looking at it. “Stop writing! Who are you trying to impress with this passive-aggressive crap?” “Summer’s staying here tonight. The guest room isn’t ready, so she can have the master bedroom. We’ll sleep in the spare room.” I picked up my notebook and looked at him calmly. “Alright. Just a moment.” I drew a neat checkmark next to the line I had just written: “The cuckoo takes the nest, claims the master bedroom.” Henry caught sight of the checkmark, and his face turned to stone. “When did you write that?” I closed the notebook. “The moment you walked her through the door.” At that, Summer’s eyes instantly reddened. She grabbed Henry’s sleeve, tears streaming down her face. “Henry, I told you Monica wouldn’t accept me, didn’t I?” She made a show of leaving, but her steps were agonizingly slow, clearly waiting for him to stop her. As expected, Henry grabbed her arm and spun around to yell at me. “Monica! Are you trying to drive her to her death?” “Summer has a bad back! She can’t sleep on a hard mattress! What’s the big deal if you sleep in the spare room for a few nights?” I looked at the man I was about to marry, who was so brazenly kicking his fiancée out of their marital bedroom for another woman. I didn’t argue. I didn’t get angry. I just nodded, took my notebook, and walked toward the spare room. Behind me, I heard Summer’s triumphant little laugh. “Henry, you’re the best. I could just die, I love you so much.” “Oh, stop it, you. Go take a shower. I’ll come in and scrub your back in a bit.” I closed the door to the spare room and took out my phone, activating the recording feature on the hidden camera I’d installed. I’d originally set it up for security, never imagining I’d be using it to catch a thief already inside the house. Sitting on the rock-hard bed, I opened my notebook and wrote down my prediction for the night. Sure enough, at two in the morning, the door to our room was thrown open. Summer, wearing nothing but one of Henry’s oversized white shirts, burst in, sobbing. “Henry! The room doesn’t smell like you! I can’t sleep!” She bypassed me completely and threw herself onto Henry, trembling in his arms. He woke up groggily and instinctively wrapped his arms around her, his hand patting her back in a soothing rhythm. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here, Summer. It’s okay…” Click. I switched on the bedside lamp. In the harsh light, the scene was blindingly clear. Summer was straddling Henry’s waist, the top three buttons of her shirt undone, revealing a wide expanse of pale skin. One of Henry’s hands rested on her bare thigh. When the light came on, Summer shrieked and buried her head in Henry’s neck. “Monica… I’m so sorry, it was just instinct… Henry and I used to sleep like this all the time. You don’t mind, do you?” Henry was fully awake now. He didn’t push her away. Instead, he pulled the blanket up, covering her completely, and glared at me defensively. “Monica, what the hell? Can’t you see you scared her?” I said nothing, simply pulling my notebook from under my pillow with a deadpan expression. I put a checkmark next to “Pretends to be scared, climbs into bed in the middle of the night.” Then I held the book up right in front of his face. “Congratulations. Another direct hit.” Henry’s face turned a furious shade of purple. The shame of being so perfectly predicted morphed into rage. “You’re sick! That’s all you do, isn’t it? Just write in that stupid book!” He roared, pulling the woman in his arms even tighter. “Nothing happened! We’re just friends! You’re the one with a dirty mind who sees filth everywhere!” Summer sobbed in his embrace, making a weak attempt to get up. The hem of her shirt lifted, revealing that, just as I’d suspected, she was wearing nothing underneath. Henry quickly pushed her back down. “Don’t go anywhere! It’s storming outside! You’re sleeping here tonight!” I picked up my notebook and phone, threw back the covers, and got out of bed without another word. “Hope you two have a lovely night. May the thunder not strike you down.” I closed the door, shutting the whole absurd scene behind me. Lying on the living room sofa, I opened my phone and saved the footage I had just recorded. Then, I wrote down my predictions for the next day. The next morning, I was woken by the sound of flirtatious laughter from the kitchen. Summer, still in that loose shirt, was pressed against Henry’s back, her hands over his, “teaching” him how to fry an egg. “Oh, Henry, you’re so hopeless. You can’t even flip it right.” “Stop moving, that tickles.” They laughed and played, looking for all the world like a pair of newlyweds. I stood in the kitchen doorway, feeling like an intruder in my own home. When Summer saw me, she let out an exaggerated gasp. “Monica, you’re awake! Come try the special breakfast Henry made with love.” Henry adjusted his pajama top. “Now that you’re up, go wash your face. Don’t just stand there.” “Summer specifically asked me to make a portion for you. Don’t be ungrateful.” I walked into the bathroom and found my toothbrush in the trash can. In its place, in my cup, were two toothbrushes: Henry’s, and a new pink one. Their heads were nestled together intimately. I walked out carrying the trash can. “Care to explain?” Summer stuck out her tongue, the picture of innocence. “Oops, sorry, Monica. I was still half-asleep this morning. I thought that was my old one, so I just tossed it.” “I bought that pink one yesterday. It’s a matching set with Henry’s. Cute, right?” Henry walked over with a plate, his brow furrowed with annoyance. “It’s a damn toothbrush. Is it really worth all this drama? I’ll send you a hundred bucks later, go buy yourself a new one! Can you please not start a fight first thing in the morning?” I took a deep breath, pulled out my notebook, and checked off “Takes over my space, throws out my things.” The sight of the notebook made Henry’s temper flare. “Monica! Are you ever going to stop with that?” I showed him the notebook. The next prediction was: “Feeds him in front of me.” Henry sneered. “Impossible! I have my own hands. Why the hell would I need her to feed me?” The words had barely left his mouth when Summer picked up a piece of fried egg, blew on it, and casually held it to Henry’s lips. “Henry, open up. Ahhh—this one’s a little burnt. Can you taste it for me and see if it’s okay?” Henry instinctively opened his mouth and ate the egg. After a few chews, he froze. The silence in the room was absolute. I calmly put a checkmark next to “Feeds him in front of me.” “Such a good boy.” Henry’s face went crimson. He didn’t know whether to swallow the egg in his mouth or spit it out. The humiliation of being read like a book finally made him snap. “MONICA!!” Summer, as if just realizing the situation, threw her chopsticks down and burst into tears. “Why are you always targeting me, Monica? All I did was give Henry a bite of egg!” “We used to feed each other all the time when we were kids and it was never a problem! Why is it suddenly a crime with you? Why is your mind so dirty?” She grabbed a fruit knife from the table and made a show of pressing it to her wrist. Henry was terrified. He snatched the knife away and pulled Summer into a protective embrace. When he looked at me, his eyes were filled with disgust and hatred, as if I were the most vile woman on earth. “Are you satisfied now, Monica? Are you going to be happy when you’ve driven her to suicide?” I looked at the hysterical Henry and the woman hiding in his arms, who was now shooting me a victorious smirk. I nodded. “Fine. I’ll leave.” When I came out with my suitcase, Summer was sitting on Henry’s lap, dabbing sweat from his forehead. I stopped at the door and tossed the densely filled notebook onto the coffee table. “Henry, this is for you. Consider it an early wedding present.” “There’s one last prediction in there. You can see if it comes true.” Henry picked up the notebook with contempt and flipped to the last page. He scoffed. “You’re insane! Absolutely delusional!” He threw the notebook into the trash without a second thought and turned back to comforting the woman in his arms, not even sparing me a final glance. I sat in the coffee shop downstairs, watching the live feed from the hidden camera on my phone. I knew. My predictions about her type were never wrong. After I left, the show on my phone screen was quite a spectacle. Within two days, Summer had found the six-figure, custom-made reception dress I’d had made for our wedding. It was hand-embroidered, with an impossibly small waist. Summer was a size larger than me, but she tried to squeeze into it anyway, whining. “Monica’s clothes are just so pretty. What’s the big deal if I borrow it?” With a sharp rrrrrip, the sound of tearing fabric came through the monitor. My heart bled at that moment, but Henry just sighed with helpless affection. “If it ripped, it ripped. I’ll just buy her another one later. The important thing is you didn’t hurt yourself.” Next, she had him open my safe and put on the five-carat diamond ring he had spent his entire savings on. “Henry, doesn’t this ring look so much better on my hand than on Monica’s?” Henry’s eyes were glazed over. As if possessed, he nodded. “Yeah. It looks beautiful.” I sneered at the screen, saving the recording of it all. That weekend was Henry’s grandfather’s eightieth birthday party. I put on some haggard-looking makeup, wore my oldest clothes, and showed up at the Blackwood family estate right on time, carrying a basket of organic eggs. The moment I pushed open the door, the entire party fell silent. Summer was wearing my reception dress—which she’d had altered to fit her—and my diamond ring, arm-in-arm with Henry as they greeted guests. “Well, look who it is,” Summer said, her eyes glinting with provocation. “Why are you dressed like a beggar? You’re embarrassing Henry.” I ignored her and walked straight to Henry’s grandfather, setting down the basket. “Grandpa, I’m so sorry I’m late…” Grandpa Blackwood took my hand, his face etched with concern. “Monica, dear, you’re so thin! Hasn’t Henry been taking care of you?” My eyes welled up. I fixed my gaze on Summer and pointed with a trembling finger. “My reception dress… and my engagement ring… why are they on you?” The room erupted in whispers. The relatives’ expressions immediately turned strange. Henry panicked and rushed over to pull me away. “Monica! What are you talking about? You said you didn’t want the dress! And you lent the ring to Summer!” “Don’t make a scene in front of everyone!” I shook his hand off and took a step back. “When did I ever lend it to her?” “Henry, you opened your fiancée’s safe just to please your little ‘buddy’?” That single sentence shattered his public image. Seeing things go south, Summer immediately clutched her stomach and collapsed. “Oww… my stomach hurts… Henry, did Monica poison the wine…? I think I’m dying…” It was a clumsy performance that anyone could see through. But to escape the crushing embarrassment of the moment, Henry chose to believe it. He stormed toward me and, without a word, raised his hand and slapped me across the face. CRACK! The sharp sound echoed through the hall. The force of the blow sent me sprawling to the floor. My hand landed on a piece of broken glass, and blood began to flow. A collective gasp went through the crowd. Grandpa Blackwood was shaking with rage. He raised his cane. “You bastard! Who do you think you’re hitting?” “Get this homewrecker out of my sight! Get out of this house! Both of you!” I slowly lifted my head, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and the last spark of warmth in my eyes died out. “Henry, you really think you’re God’s gift, don’t you?” He paused, turning back with a sneer. “What? Regretting it now? Want to get on your knees and beg me not to leave? Unless you bow to Summer three times right now, I…” BOOM! A loud crash cut him off. The heavy doors of the banquet hall were kicked open from the outside. A group of security guards filed in, blocking the exit. Henry stumbled back, his face pale. “Who are you? You dare to barge into the Blackwood estate? Do you have a death wish?” The lead guard shoved him, sending him stumbling back into the center of the hall. I walked toward him, step by step, and pulled the notebook from my bag, a cold smile on my lips. “Break off the engagement? Of course.” “But before you walk out that door, we have some accounts to settle.” I raised the notebook and slapped it hard across his face. “You think you can just hit me and walk away? Life doesn’t work like that.” “Lock the doors! No one leaves until I say so!” Henry watched the approaching guards and screamed, “Monica! What do you think you’re doing? This is my family’s house! You wouldn’t dare touch me!” I let out a cold laugh and walked over to the pair, now pinned down by my guards. “I’m just here to take back what’s mine. And collect a little interest.” Before the words were even out, I swung my hand with all my might and struck Henry twice across the face. SLAP! SLAP! The blows were far harder than the one he had given me. His face swelled instantly, and blood trickled from his lip. He started to struggle and curse, but a guard kicked him behind the knee, and he fell to his knees before me with a thud. “Those were to teach you some manners.” Then, my gaze, sharp as a knife, turned to Summer, who was cowering behind him. I pointed to the diamond ring on her finger. “Take it off.” Summer clutched her hand, shaking her head frantically. “No… Henry gave this to me…” I didn’t waste any more words. I gave a nod to the guard. He moved forward, ignoring her screams, and brutally ripped the ring from her finger, tearing the skin. “AHH! My hand!” Summer shrieked. I took the ring, wiped it disgustedly with a sanitary wipe, and put it in my pocket. “There. The trash has been taken out.” I pointed to the door. “Now, take your garbage and get out.” Henry scrambled to his feet. Hearing the whispers of the guests and the furious shouts of his grandfather, his eyes burned with a venomous hatred. He wanted to threaten me, but one look at the stone-faced guards at the door made him bite his tongue. He clenched his jaw and dragged Summer out of the hall. I turned to face the stunned guests, my eyes finally landing on my grandfather, who was still trembling with rage. My voice was calm and resolute. “Since everyone is here, you can all be my witnesses.” In front of the entire Blackwood clan, I officially broke off our engagement. And I demanded that Henry return my half of the down payment for our house: two hundred thousand dollars. Back at our apartment, Henry smashed the coffee table in a rage. “That bitch! How dare Monica make me kneel in public!” Summer huddled on the sofa, clutching her swollen finger, a vicious, calculating glint in her eyes. “Henry, Monica is ruthless… She didn’t just hit you, she humiliated you. She’s trying to destroy your reputation in our circle, to make sure you can never hold your head up again!” Seeing Henry’s thunderous expression, she quickly pulled out her phone and cued up a video. “Good thing I was smart enough to secretly record it.” “She wants to ruin you? We’ll strike first. We’ll use public opinion to crush her! When we’re done, you won’t have to pay her back a dime. She’ll be the one on her knees, begging you for forgiveness!” Henry watched the video, a savage grin spreading across his face. “Post it! Post it now! I want her to know what happens when you cross me!” That night, a video went viral in our city.
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