My boyfriend thought my breasts were too big. He gave me $70,000 to get a breast reduction surgery. Right then, a mysterious person suddenly transferred $700,000 to my account. The memo read: "Don't listen to him." I gripped my phone and secretly texted my boyfriend's best friend: "If you want me to listen to you, just sending money isn't enough." He replied at lightning speed: "What are you talking about? I don't understand." Me: "Never mind then, I'm heading to the hospital." He panicked just as I expected: "What else do you want?" "Are you 7 inches?" "I'm 24 years old." "Talk is cheap, show me." Later, he used his actions to show me a really good time. 01 My name is Maya Vance. I'm the girlfriend of Ethan Sterling, the golden boy of the city's elite circle. But not for long. Because I plan to teach him a lesson. If you're asking why I don't just break up with him gracefully before finding someone else... Well, Ethan brought this entirely upon himself. He hated my figure and constantly pressured me to get a breast reduction. What's even more infuriating is that he secretly created a burner account to flirt with other girls. So, after careful consideration, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine before dumping him. Right before bed. For the first time, I posted a face-reveal selfie on my social media account, which had just under ten thousand followers. Caption: "Looking for a handsome, low-maintenance boyfriend." Requirements: "6 feet tall, 7 inches, must have abs." Within half an hour of posting, my follower count skyrocketed, nearing a hundred thousand. Amidst the sea of compliments and unsolicited selfies, one particular DM caught my eye. "Don't you have a boyfriend?" How did this person know I wasn't single? I clicked on his profile. His IP address showed he was in the same city as me. His profile picture was pitch black, and he had zero posts. His bio simply read: "Small gains accumulate, eventually surpassing everything." For some reason, I had a sudden premonition. This person definitely knew me. Please don't let it be Ethan. That would ruin the fun. I was debating whether to reply when he got anxious and messaged again. "Have you considered your boyfriend's feelings by doing this?" "Even if you want a new guy, you shouldn't be looking online." "There are tons of scammers on the internet." "Be careful or you'll get trafficked overseas." ... Okay, I was certain this wasn't Ethan. But judging by his tone, he was probably close friends with him. Who could it be? Looking at the chat window, I suddenly realized his username looked familiar. Scrolling back, I discovered he had been liking my posts for a long time. Sometimes he even left comments. Even Ethan didn't know about this account, yet this guy had been following me for this long. Could he... have a crush on me? Filled with doubt, I sent a probing reply: "Then do you want to give it a try with me?" 02 The moment I hit send, it was marked as read. My curiosity was completely piqued. I had pretty much met all of Ethan's friends. Who exactly was secretly harboring a crush on me? After a few seconds of silence in the chat, a flurry of messages arrived. "What do you mean?" "You want me to be your boyfriend?" "Stop joking around. To tell you the truth, Ethan and I are good friends." "I would absolutely never do anything to betray him." "Okay then, bye," I replied. After sending that, I closed the app, put my phone away, and went straight to sleep. The next morning, the first thing I did was open my account to check my DMs. Just as I expected. Not only had he sent a barrage of messages, but he had even tried to voice-call me multiple times. "What the hell do you mean, 'bye'?" "Explain yourself!" "Are you serious about looking for a boyfriend, or are you just acting out in anger?" "Come to think of it, I guess I could work." "But I refuse to be the other man. You have to make it official!" "Why aren't you answering?" "Are you asleep?" "Or are you chatting with other guys?!" One missed voice call. "I already said I'm down. Don't look for anyone else." Two missed voice calls. "Fine, I'll be the other man. It's not like Ethan is a saint anyway. Last time we were in Tokyo, he went to a maid cafe behind your back." Five missed voice calls. "Are you still there?" "It's getting late. Get some rest. Goodnight." A few minutes later, he sent a heart emoji, followed by a blood-pumping photo of his abs. In the photo, he was wearing sweatpants, lounging casually on a bed, his long legs stretching out endlessly. Under the natural light, his skin had a healthy, tanned glow. The veins on his arms were bulging, and his long, slender fingers were resting in a spot that was very hard to ignore. This was a blatant seduction! I silently downloaded and saved the photo. Blushing, I thought to myself, "He's definitely packing." While I was brushing my teeth, the doorbell rang downstairs. My housekeeper answered it and immediately let out a gasp. "Maya, come down quick! Look at this massive bouquet of roses." Roses... How cliché. I took my time going downstairs. I walked over with a look of disdain and briefly glanced at the card. Then I suddenly noticed a delicate jewelry box sitting on top of the flowers. I opened it and gasped—it was my bangle! This was the last gift my dad gave me before he died. After he passed, his company faced a massive financial deficit. I gathered everything of value I owned and put it up for auction. That included this bangle. I remember it was bought by a foreign buyer for almost half a million dollars. Ethan's friend somehow managed to track down the buyer and bought it back for me. I sniffled and opened his chat. "I got the package. Thank you for getting it back for me. Could you give me your bank account number?" I couldn't cough up that much cash all at once right now, but I could definitely manage it if we set up a 12-month installment plan. "I don't want your money. I just want you." ... I expected him to decline the money, but I didn't expect him to be so blunt about it. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, trying to figure out how to respond. Just then, a call came in. It was Ethan, reminding me not to forget to go to his friend's birthday party with him today. "Don't wear anything too revealing. Remember to wear a binder; it makes you look smaller and better." I agreed to everything he said. Then I turned right around and picked out a low-cut evening gown from my closet. When I arrived, Ethan was laughing and chatting with a group of people. The second he saw my outfit, his face fell. He immediately pulled me aside. "Why did you show up dressed like this?" I ignored Ethan and looked past him into the distance. Amidst a sea of wandering and suggestive glances, I unexpectedly collided with a pair of deep, dark eyes. 03 Julian Thorne sat alone in a corner, meeting my gaze through the crowd and the blaring music. For some inexplicable reason, I felt paralyzed, unable to move a muscle. Julian broke eye contact first. He then downed the drink in his glass in one gulp. He seemed to smirk, but quickly reverted to his usual aloof demeanor. Thump. Thump. Thump. My heart rate suddenly spiked. At the same time, an incredibly absurd thought flashed through my mind: Could it be him? I quickly dismissed the idea. Ever since I met Julian, he had always been icy and distant. He seemed like he didn't care about anything. Every time I said hi to him, he would just give a curt nod. He treated words like they were made of gold. Forget having a crush on me; there was a time I thought he actually hated me. "Maya Vance, have you gone mute? Say something!" Ethan waved his hand impatiently in front of my face. I furrowed my brow and shook off his hand: "Don't you think I look good in this?" As I spoke, I deliberately pushed my chest out. Ethan looked like he was seasick. I took another step forward, and he immediately covered his mouth and bolted for the restroom. Ethan suffers from macromastia-induced vertigo. It's a bizarre phobia, right? What's even more bizarre is that, despite not being able to handle girls with large chests, he relentlessly pursued me back then. As for how I found out about this condition... It all stems from a hotel stay not too long ago. I was finally ready to fully commit to Ethan. But right at the crucial moment, the idiot literally passed out. Furious, I dumped a bucket of cold water on him to wake him up. Under my murderous glare, Ethan finally confessed. He said he actually prefers the supermodel body type. Slim waist, long legs, small chest. And except for that last part, I was an exact match for his ideal type. His confession made everything click. No wonder he always made me wear a binder. He claimed he was worried about other guys looking and making him jealous. But the truth was, he was the one who couldn't handle it. When he emerged from the restroom, Ethan walked over to me, his eyes darting around shiftily, and brought up the surgery again. Before I could answer him, I suddenly received a text from an unknown number. "You have a great body. Ethan is just blind. Don't get the surgery." It was him! I bit my lip and downed my sparkling water in one gulp. I replied: "Restroom. Meet me?" 04 He seemed startled; it took him ages to reply. "Are you, sure?" "Of course." "This is too sudden. I'm not ready." "Never mind then. If you won't go, I'll go by myself." "Wait!" "I'll go." Hook, line, and sinker. I told Ethan I was stepping away. Just as I was about to get up, the door to the private room swung open. Looking up, I saw a woman in maternity clothes standing in the doorway. She was looking around, clearly searching for someone. Looks like some irresponsible rich kid knocked someone up. I was just wondering which scumbag was the culprit. But the next second, the woman walked right up to Ethan, crying and making a scene, demanding he take responsibility. Getting a closer look, I realized that body-wise, she was exactly Ethan's type. Although I had lost all feelings for Ethan. It was impossible not to be angry. After all, I was currently in the process of cheating on him. If anyone was going to hand out green hats, it was going to be me. I thought Ethan was just getting thirsty online; I didn't realize he was already expecting a child. Dying of shock in my sickbed, the clown was me all along. In our social circle, saving face is more important than life itself. Without giving Ethan a chance to explain, I slapped him hard across the face and left without looking back. I completely forgot about my restroom rendezvous with the mystery man. On the way home, the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I got, so I just told the driver to turn around and head straight to a club. Going through a breakup, plus failing to cheat and getting cheated on instead—I'd be doing myself a disservice if I didn't have a good drink. I went to Ethan's regular club and told the bartender to bring out all the top-shelf liquor he had stored there. I invited everyone around to drink with me. I didn't start feeling slightly better until Ethan's entire stash was gone. After downing several glasses of hard liquor. My head started spinning. I glanced at the guy sitting next to me. He looked a lot like Julian Thorne. Was he here to drink too? No way. I remember Ethan saying Julian wasn't into places like this. Even though I seemed to spot him every time I came here with Ethan. "Are you okay?" He looked at me with concern and asked. It seems I really drank too much; I was already hallucinating. I shook my head vigorously. But I lost my balance, and my whole body started falling backward... Before I could even scream. I fell into a solid embrace. The hug didn't last long. He very politely helped me back into my chair. His fingers flashed past my eyes like a blur. For some reason. That image slowly merged with the distinct, long fingers from the ab photo etched in my memory. I thought I must be going crazy. To sober myself up, I ordered a glass of ice water. As I reached for it, I accidentally bumped the phone sitting next to it, lighting up the screen. It wasn't my phone. But the lock screen wallpaper was a picture of me. Judging by the angle, it was clearly taken secretly... 05 I woke up in bed. I glanced around at the furnishings. It was my bedroom. So, was I dreaming? But I definitely went to the club, and I definitely drank a lot. As for what happened after I got drunk, my mind was a total blank. When my housekeeper brought me some hangover soup. I asked her who brought me home last night. She seemed very excited, saying it was a tall, incredibly handsome young man. "Way more handsome than Ethan." She made sure to add that before leaving my room. Honestly, Ethan wasn't bad-looking at all. To say this guy was even more handsome... A face, cool and striking, popped into my head. But he really didn't seem like the type to harbor a secret crush. A guy like him could have any girl he wanted. The more I guessed, the more flustered I got, so I just decided to check the security footage. After setting the time, a Bentley with a vanity license plate composed entirely of the same number appeared on the screen. When the driver opened the door, I saw myself resting peacefully in Julian's arms. He first politely greeted the housekeeper. Then, carefully, as if holding a child, he carried me out of the car. After laying me on my bed, he gave me a kiss on the forehead—a kiss he clearly thought was stealthy. Oh my god! I slammed the laptop shut with a smack, my face burning, grabbed my phone, and opened my DMs. Julian had sent me a "good morning" sticker an hour ago. I don't usually like playing games. But teasing him a little wouldn't hurt. My very first message was: "I've seen through the illusions of the mortal world, and I've decided to close my heart to love." He panicked immediately. "Please don't!" "You have to believe true love still exists in this world!!" "It's not worth it for a scumbag!!!" I went full manipulative-drama-queen mode: "You and Ethan are good friends. I don't want to ruin your relationship." "He's not my friend. If he wasn't constantly forcing his way into my circle, I wouldn't even acknowledge him." "Ethan is a complete hooligan and a bastard. I'm cutting ties with him right now." He really didn't hesitate for a single second. Satisfied, I sent him a cute emoji and asked if he missed me. "I did." "Prove it." An image. I tapped it open without a second thought. The next second, I nearly dropped my phone. "Julian Thorne!" "Have! Have you no shame!"
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