My husband went through a breakup and has been crying himself to sleep every night. I pretended not to hear him, thinking I was handling our boundaries perfectly. But then he accused me of not caring about him. "Harper, I give you a $300,000 allowance every month." "And this is how you brush me off?" I felt deeply ashamed. So, I called my eight boyfriends over to the house to take turns counseling him. After all, men understand men better, especially when there are so many of them. I didn't expect him to have a complete meltdown. 01 Nathaniel has been acting weird lately. He stopped going to the gym and quit racing his sports cars. He even changed his Instagram bio to: "I was planning our future, while you were planning your exit." He used to be out all night, but now he comes home earlier than I do. I flicked on the light and saw him lying on the couch, looking miserable and utterly shattered. Given his state, it was highly likely he had broken up with his latest little canary. As his legally wedded wife, I simply tiptoed to the bedroom door, closed it, and let out a sigh. Thank goodness things with my boyfriend...s are stable. We’re practically glued at the hip, wishing we never had to be apart. ... I thought, given how fast Nathaniel changes women, he’d snap out of this heartbreak haze in no time. But his crying got worse every night. At its peak, the bed was literally shaking. I pretended not to hear it, priding myself on mastering the art of marital boundaries. I didn't expect Nathaniel to suddenly turn around, his eyes swollen like walnuts, and indignantly accuse me: "Harper, I’ve been crying for days, and you've been playing deaf the whole time. "You’re just afraid of inconveniencing yourself. "Is this how a wife should act?" I was completely bewildered by his yelling. It took me a few seconds to process it. He actually wanted me to comfort him?! Ha! Men! He gets his heart broken by some girl outside, and he comes home to cry to his wife. We're married, sure, but it’s not that I wasn’t willing to comfort him. It’s just that I’m madly in love right now, and he’s heartbroken—I couldn't empathize at all. What if I said the wrong thing and triggered bad memories? The less you say, the fewer mistakes you make. Meeting Nathaniel's expectant gaze and red nose, I simply offered a flat "Oh." Nathaniel lost it. He bolted upright from under the covers, pointed a finger at my nose, and raged: "Harper, I give you a $300,000 monthly allowance. "You went from a country farm girl to the Mrs. Sterling everyone envies. "And this is how you repay me? "Do you have no conscience?" Nathaniel unloaded on me. I lowered my head, drowning in guilt. Back then, when I was raising pigs on a farm in Texas and dreaming of getting rich overnight. Nathaniel showed up. He declared: "I hate the arranged marriage they set up for me. I'm going to marry a country pig farmer to piss them off. "Her. She has the goofiest smile." Just like that, I miraculously became Mrs. Sterling. On our wedding night, turning his handsome profile to me, Nathaniel coldly tossed a black Amex card at me. He delivered the most romantic lines in the world: "Harper, you are just a tool I married. If you're smart, don't harbor any unrealistic fantasies. I, Nathaniel Sterling, could never fall for a pig farmer. You may look decent, but we belong to different social classes. "From now on, we live our own lives. To compensate you, I’ll give you a $300,000 monthly allowance. "Don't complain it's too little. For a pig farmer like you, this is all you're worth." Complain it's too little? Never. That was $300,000 a month! Besides, this was my area of expertise. I had just buried an old sugar daddy two years ago. This time, there were no annoying stepchildren, no monster-in-law, a husband who never came home, and I didn't have to have kids. This was a blessing people would fight for. Tonight, it was my duty to soothe him. I slowly reached out, awkwardly patting Nathaniel's back. My eyes were sincere and full of deep sympathy: "Don't be sad. Next time, just find one who doesn't already have a husband." 02 Before I could say another word. Nathaniel was so enraged his mouth was twitching. He looked like he needed an ambulance. Before slamming the door on his way out, he dropped a threat: "Harper, if you don't figure out a way to make me feel better, you can kiss this month's allowance goodbye." What? That was a death sentence! What was I supposed to do about my eight sweethearts? Winter was coming, and I was counting on that money to buy them custom-tailored luxury coats. I could suffer a little, but they were young and had delicate skin; they couldn't just settle for anything. I was so anxious I couldn't sleep. In the middle of the night, I texted a newly added, aloof guy with killer abs on Snapchat. It had been days, and he only ever replied with a lukewarm "Oh." He was so damn hard to flirt with. Almost as challenging as the old man's son, Sebastian Reed. Thank God I ran away immediately after the old man was buried. Unable to find a good conversation starter, I just threw caution to the wind and asked: "Hey cutie, my friend's husband got dumped and cries himself to sleep every night. It's breaking my friend's heart. How can she cheer her husband up?" To my surprise, he replied instantly. "It's simple. Have your friend's boyfriend comfort him. Men understand men better." I slapped my thigh. That was brilliant! Why didn't I think of that? So, the next day. I prepared a feast with top-shelf liquor. I called my eight boyfriends to the house to take turns counseling Nathaniel. After all, men understand men better, especially when there are so many of them. I refused to believe he couldn't get over it. Boyfriend #1: "Nate, bro, you're the golden boy of the Manhattan elite. How can you let a woman who doesn't love you drag you down like this?" Boyfriend #2: "Nate, if she's gone, she's gone. The next one will be sweeter." Boyfriend #3: "Nate, if it’s really that bad, why don't you try a silent retreat at a monastery for a while?" Boyfriend #4: "Yeah! Yeah! I've heard the 'Wall Street elite turned Zen monk' aesthetic is huge right now." With that, Boyfriend #4 pulled out a singing bowl and was about to start chanting with Nathaniel. That wasn't going to work! I quickly gave Boyfriend #6 a look. Number Six had high emotional intelligence and was a much smoother talker than the rest. He pushed through the group and familiarly threw an arm around Nathaniel's shoulder: "Nate, bro. A bad breakup or terminal cancer—which do you choose?" Nathaniel stopped crying, thought about it seriously, and answered: "Breakup." "A breakup or a lifetime of poverty—which do you choose?" "Breakup." "There you go!" Number Six clapped his hands in satisfaction. "Still sad?" "I guess not as much." The eight of them had successfully completed their mission. Nathaniel and I watched them leave. For the first time, there was a spark in Nathaniel's eyes when he looked at me. "Harper, I always thought you were a boring country bumpkin. I never expected you to have such an interesting group of people around you. "Honestly, I'm starting to get curious about you. Maybe you will become the real Mrs. Sterling someday. "If you behave well, I might even consider having a kid with you. "After all, for you women, a child is security. "By the way, what's your relationship with them?" I was still reluctantly waving goodbye to the eight of them. I answered without thinking: "Boyfriends. These are just the ones from this year; I broke up with last year's batch. "I've got my eye on another one recently. He only posts ab pics on Snapchat, but based on my years of experience, I guarantee he's super hot. "Too bad he's so aloof. He barely even replies to my messages. "Hahaha, makes me want him even more!" After saying that, I chuckled creepily for a few seconds. Then I realized what I had done. Damn it. I just outed myself. 03 Nathaniel's face looked worse than I had ever seen it. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his jaw was clenched so tight his teeth were grinding. He looked ready to skin me alive. I opened my mouth to explain, but he grabbed my wrist and slammed me hard against the wall. "Harper, I underestimated you. "Tell me the truth, how many times have you cheated on me?" I shakily raised a hand, making a swearing gesture: "I swear, never enough to fill two poker tables at once." Sob. I was just worried there would be too many people and they wouldn't get along. Nathaniel laughed, though he was furious: "Great! Taking my allowance and partying harder than me. You've really got skills. "If the guys in my circle found out, where would I put my face? "Harper, I don't think you need to be Mrs. Sterling anymore." With that, Nathaniel smashed the most expensive vase in the house and stormed out again. I was terrified. My cash cow was divorcing me. This time, I was genuinely panicking. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. Desperate, I went to Nathaniel's favorite high-end lounge to find him. In the dimly lit VIP room. Nathaniel sat slouched in the center of the sofa, surrounded by a group of innocent-looking girls. I counted—exactly eight. His imagination was too limited. If it were me, I would have called sixteen. "Well, well, what brings the wife here?" His trust fund friends saw me enter and immediately sat up, looking like they were ready for a show. "Here to drag Nate home?" "Since when did Nate become so whipped?" Hearing this, Nathaniel snorted coldly and mocked: "She really thinks she's Mrs. Sterling. Overestimating herself." "Don't mind him, sister-in-law. Nate just likes to play. "He'll settle down when he's older." I bit my lip and stayed silent. My teary eyes made me look like a fragile, stubborn little flower, humbly begging her lover not to abandon her. "Hubby, I was wrong. Please don't divorce me. "You are my hero, my true love, the one I want to grow old with. "Without you, I'm a fish out of water. I can't survive. "Even if you find ten more girls, I don't mind, as long as you remember to come home." My passionate confession moved the guys who were hoping for drama to tears. "She loves him so much!" "She's literally a hopeless romantic." "What I said earlier was messed up." The guy slapped his own face. "I'm so jealous Nate has a wife who loves him this much." Nathaniel's ego was massively stroked in front of his bros. He shooed away the girls around him, leaving me to help entertain a VIP guest with them. Word was, this VIP came from a prominent family but didn't rely on his background. He came to New York alone two years ago and now controlled the local economy. Even a born-and-bred elite like Nathaniel had to walk on eggshells around this outsider. In a word: a total boss! I was dying of curiosity to know who this VIP was. The last person who surprised me that much was that psycho, Sebastian. Speaking of Sebastian, he had probably inherited the Reed family empire by now, calling the shots in LA, and married a girl with a background equal to his. They probably even had a second kid on the way. While I was still here, hustling like crazy. I wanted to cry! However, when the VIP room door slowly opened, and I saw the man walk in with his usual aloof expression, sharp features, and an aura that was gentle yet unapproachable... I was dumbstruck. It was Sebastian Reed. He was the VIP they were talking about. What a small world. Why wasn't he staying in LA? What was he doing here? Was he... here to get revenge for that night? My mind flashed back to the scene of tying his hands and pinning him beneath me. The young man with red eyes, stubbornly saying: "Harper, have you forgotten who you are? You are my stepmother. Do you have no shame? "Stop this right now!" 04 I completely ignored him, ripping off his last piece of clothing: "I didn't sign a marriage license with your old man, what kind of stepmother am I? "Aren't you going around spreading rumors that we're sleeping together? Today I'll show you what that really means." What followed was behavior worse than a wild animal, absolutely reprehensible. The high-and-mighty young master of the Reed family was ruined by me just like that. Afterward, Sebastian refused to admit defeat, viciously warning me: "Harper, you better pray you never fall into my hands." I didn't take it seriously. When he fell asleep from exhaustion. I pulled my pants up and fled in the dead of night. Just thinking about how furious he must have been when he woke up the next day and couldn't find me to vent his anger made me feel incredibly satisfied. I thought I would never cross paths with Sebastian again in this lifetime. I didn't expect us to run into each other tonight. Knowing his petty, vengeful personality, he would definitely tear me into pieces. After all, rumor had it the Reed family's wealth was built on some shady business. Ugh... it was all the alcohol's fault. As a good woman, I just made a mistake any woman could make. I prayed to Buddha that he wouldn't spot me. So I quietly backed up behind the crowd, planning to slip away when they weren't looking. Success was right in front of me. When suddenly, a waiter pushed the door open. I was exposed in broad daylight. And that sharp gaze immediately locked onto me. "Mrs. Sterling bears a striking resemblance to an old acquaintance of mine. If you didn't look closely, you might think they were the same person," Sebastian said lightly, glancing at me. A cigarette was lit between his fingers, the smoke slowly rising. My heart leapt into my throat. Nathaniel's friends joked: "What a coincidence! Could this old acquaintance be your ex-girlfriend, Mr. Reed?" Sebastian chuckled: "She was my stepmother. She ran away the very night the old man was buried. I have no idea what she was running from. Was she worried my family couldn't afford to keep her? What do you think, Mrs. Sterling?" "Me?" I shakily wiped the sweat from my forehead. "Maybe she was just too kind and didn't want to be a burden to you." "Kind?" Sebastian looked as if he had heard a hilarious joke. "This stepmother of mine is a textbook toxic woman. While the old man was still alive, she blatantly cheated on him." "What? That's insane!" "There are women like that in the world?" "Our sister-in-law is nothing like her. Sister-in-law is absolutely devoted and deeply in love with Nate. And she is incredibly innocent. Besides Nate, there will absolutely never be a second man. Right, Nate?" Nathaniel's grip on his glass tightened so much it almost shattered. "That's right. Besides me, Harper will absolutely never have a second man." Nathaniel's friends shot me looks, clearly wanting credit for hyping me up. I facepalmed in despair. You guys are absolute geniuses. Sebastian raised an eyebrow: "Mrs. Sterling sounds like a truly wonderful woman. "If I manage to find that stepmother, I'll definitely bring her back to my family and treat her with all the 'filial piety' she deserves." 05 The last few words were said through gritted teeth. After finishing, he forcefully stubbed out his cigarette. I suddenly felt a suffocating sensation, like someone was choking me. I couldn't say a word of my suffering. Is it possible that the guy I hooked up with was your old man's lover? I was just a tool who took $10 million to be his cover. Why was all the blame being pinned on me? I was more wronged than a falsely accused martyr. I shakily put down my wine glass, my face pale, and said to Nathaniel beside me: "Hubby, I just remembered I have soup on the stove at home. I need to go back first." Sob, that kid's intimidating aura is even stronger than it was two years ago. The way he stared at me sent shivers down my spine. Once out of the room, I wanted to slap myself a few times. "Harper, Harper, you brought this on yourself. Why didn't you just take the money and run? Why did you have to go out of your way to offend that psycho Sebastian? "When he goes crazy, he even starts rumors about himself. "No, I need to figure out a way to run." Suddenly, a pair of strong, powerful hands grabbed my arm and pulled me into an empty room next door. Before I could react, I was pinned against the wall by Sebastian in a highly compromising position. No, seriously, why do all you VIPs and elite heirs love cornering people against walls? If you guys aren't sick of it, I am. Sebastian irritably yanked his tie loose, completely stripping away his previous gentle and refined demeanor. "I was wondering why I couldn't find you. You were hiding in the countryside. Harper, you really are full of surprises. "You kept claiming you'd fight me for the inheritance once the old man died. So why did you run away when he actually died? "I honestly thought you'd stay and fight me for the rest of our lives. "Why are you trembling? Are you really that afraid of me?" I was practically in tears. I'm just a few years older than you, how brave do you think I am? Cause trouble and run, just waiting to get payback? "Harper... no, I should call you Mrs. Sterling now. Two years, and you don't have anything to say to me? "Or is Mrs. Sterling so forgetful that she's already forgotten what she did to me that night?" Sebastian furrowed his brows. The grip on my wrist tightened, leaving a red mark on my pale skin. I fought back the pain, tears welling in my eyes, and looked at him pitifully. "Sebastian, you think you're so smart. Have you ever considered I might have had my reasons? "Actually, I have a split personality. "The one who did those absurd things to you was my second personality. I was afraid she would hurt you, so I was forced to leave." "Harper, do you think I'm that love-struck old man, so mesmerized by you that I'd believe this kind of garbage?" Sebastian angrily pinned my palm against the wall and leaned in close. Suddenly being this close, my heart involuntarily sped up. This guy Sebastian is absolutely not meant to be viewed up close. Those eyes are like a fox spirit's, totally captivating. At the time, I only wanted to scare him. Who knew I wouldn't be able to control myself and actually kissed him. Sebastian struggled at first, but later he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me back even harder than I was kissing him. Taking a step back, wasn't he at fault too? You guys have no idea, my back was practically broken the night I ran away. Who on earth said the first time is always fast? It really depends on the person. "Played with me and ran, didn't even leave a word, and went off and married someone else. Harper, what do you take me for?" 06 I got it. He wanted me to compensate him. I caught on immediately: "I have some savings." "Do I look like I need your spare change?" "I have extra fingers. Do you want to chop one off to cool down? But let's get this straight: you can only chop off one." "I'm not the freaking mafia! How many times do I have to tell you?" This wouldn't work, that wouldn't work. I just threw it all out there: "I still have a spot open for a sugar baby. Do you want the job?" Sebastian's face turned completely black. He clenched his fists, eyes wide with anger: "I am not going to be the other man. Divorce him." ??? This plot development is weird. It feels like the evil stepsister wanting to be the female lead. Did he actually catch feelings from that one night? I shook my head vigorously. Absolutely impossible. Back when I was at his family's estate, he hated the sight of me and constantly made my life difficult. We fought openly and secretly for two years. Even his old man would shake his head and sigh, claiming life was unbearable and he wanted to die early. No, wait, he wanted to go to heaven early for some peace and quiet. Several times, I caught the old man secretly trying to pull his own oxygen tube. Thank goodness I stopped him in time. To sum it up. He definitely wants revenge. But why was his method of revenge sending me flirty texts? For several days in a row, Nathaniel got blackout drunk and had to be carried back by his friends and his driver. Strange. I didn't see him get this drunk when he went through his breakup. Out of curiosity, I asked his friend. His friend sighed: "Don't even mention it. Last time, the business deal didn't go through. For days now, Sebastian has been drinking with Nate like his life depends on it, making sure Nate doesn't go home sober. "If you didn't know better, you'd think Nate stole his wife." I silently lowered my head, not daring to make a peep... The next afternoon. When Nathaniel woke up, I was in the living room binge-watching a show. After freshening up. He suddenly said he was taking me out to eat. The location was a romantic couples' restaurant. Before the food even arrived, he expressionlessly tossed a bank card at me. "There's $5 million in there. Take this money and break it off with those guys, and I'll pretend this never happened. "Harper, this is my final bottom line. "Don't let it happen again." I nervously took the bank card: "Thank you, Hubby." It really was time to switch out for a new batch of guys. Suddenly, there was a loud crash behind me. I turned to look. A pure-looking waitress had accidentally dropped a bottle of red wine. The manager rushed over upon hearing the noise. He started berating the waitress. I was just enjoying the show. Who knew Nathaniel would suddenly lose his mind, roll his eyes at me, and take large strides over to shield the waitress. 07 "How much is it? I'll pay for her." Seeing that the person was Nathaniel, the manager quickly adopted a respectful attitude. But the waitress was as stubborn as a mule, giving off major female-lead-in-a-drama vibes. "No need. I can pay for it myself." The manager almost died of anger. "With your $4,000-a-month salary, how are you going to pay for it? Do you know how much this bottle costs? Selling yourself wouldn't even cover it." Nathaniel shot the manager a displeased glare. He uncharacteristically humbled himself: "Stop trying to be brave. Between us..." "There is nothing between us. I don't need your help." Feeling deeply insulted, the waitress had an emotional breakdown, covered her mouth, and trotted toward the back kitchen. As she ran, she shot me a fierce glare. Nathaniel didn't hesitate to chase after her. The onlookers, including myself and the manager, were stunned. What a dramatic couple. More entertaining than a reality TV show. Jokes aside. I was very curious to see how dramatic the next part of the plot would be. So I followed them. Sure enough, when I reached the door of the locker room. I heard ambiguous sounds coming from inside. My heart pounded wildly. Through the crack, I could clearly see the two people kissing passionately inside. It was Nathaniel and the waitress from earlier. It looked like she was the little canary Nathaniel was keeping. "Mr. Sterling, we're already broken up, what are you doing? "If your wife sees, she'll call me a homewrecker. "Don't... ah..." The girl's soft, sweet voice was shattered by Nathaniel's thrusts. I was too absorbed in watching. I accidentally bumped the door. The people inside noticed and immediately stopped their shameful actions. I turned to run, but unexpectedly crashed into a solid chest. Sebastian! In a moment of desperation, I tried to push Sebastian forward. But he anticipated my scheme a step ahead. He pulled me and hid in the locker room next door. In the cramped space, Sebastian and I were pressed tightly together. The atmosphere was indescribably weird. I shuffled my feet, trying to get further away from him. Then I heard Sebastian's deep voice from above: "What exactly are you holding onto with him?" 08 I stubbornly replied, "Love." Sebastian chuckled lightly. "That doesn't sound like you. To you, love is more like a take-it-or-leave-it accessory." I didn't answer. When Sebastian walked me to the door, he suddenly blurted out out of nowhere, "Harper, you have all these boyfriends... what exactly are you looking for?" I didn't understand what he meant at the time. It wasn't until the day I arranged to meet my boyfriends that it clicked. That afternoon. I changed into a black dress and a black coat, determined to look as melancholic as possible. They had been with me for six months. Even though we hadn't slept together, they had provided plenty of emotional value. So I wasn't going to shortchange them. I arrived at the coffee shop. From a distance, I saw the eight of them taking up two whole tables. A wave of emotion washed over me. I remembered the first time I met them. The salesgirl saw me sitting in the middle and thought I was a modeling scout, looking at me like I was a snack. Until I pulled out a bank card and placed it on the table. She gave me a thumbs-up, her mouth hanging open in shock. I didn't care about what others thought. I held their hands, overwhelmed with sadness: "There's $5 million in here. Split it among the eight of you. Go find some good girls to marry. "Just pretend... pretend I never existed." With that, I covered my face and stood up to leave. Number One, his eyes completely red, stopped me. Number Six pushed the bank card back to me: "Sister, keep this money for yourself. Someone has already arranged everything for us." "Don't worry, Sister, we'll be fine." "The time we spent with you was wonderful, we'll always remember you." "Let's not contact each other anymore." With that, the eight of them walked away without looking back. Leaving me standing there, completely dumbfounded. Who the hell stole my scene?! My favorite part of dating was breaking up—handing over the payout while looking deep into their eyes and saying, "I love you so much, but we can never see each other again." Now, it felt like I was the one being bought off and dumped. I was so angry my whole body was shaking. Six months of build-up. Ruined! It had to be Sebastian, that bastard. Sebastian's explanation was: "I don't even want to be the other man, and you want me to be number nine? "Harper, I, Sebastian Reed, am not that kind of guy. You have to take responsibility for me." I was so furious I almost smashed my phone. I stormed home, and before I could even take a sip of water, Nathaniel shoved me in front of several effeminate-looking men. "Please, gentlemen. She has a gala to attend tonight." A few hours passed. I stepped out of the room wearing an elegant, minimalist haute couture gown. Nathaniel and his buddies were dumbstruck. "This is the sister-in-law?" "Oh my god, dressed up, she's prettier than a movie star." "Nate, I suddenly feel like you don't deserve her, hahaha!" Their exaggerated reactions were understandable. To maintain my image as a pig farmer, I usually dressed as frumpy as possible. All for the sake of professionalism. That's why Nathaniel kept calling me a country bumpkin. He thought I wasn't good enough for him. Now, wearing this glamorous outfit, it felt like I was back in the Reed household. Even though the old man and I were in a fake marriage, he never skimped on my living expenses. And Sebastian was the same. Whatever I wanted, it would appear in my room the next day. At the gala, I caused quite a stir. No other reason than everyone knew I was the country girl Nathaniel brought home to piss off his parents. They didn't expect me to look nothing like they imagined. "That's Mrs. Sterling?" "I heard she got plastic surgery to win Nathaniel back." "What a hopeless romantic, embarrassing all of us women." ??? Wait, who started these rumors? You high-society people actually believe this garbage? I shook my head in disappointment, then retreated to a corner to text the aloof guy with abs.
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