My fiancé, Julian, and I went from high school sweethearts to nearly married. But on the eve of our wedding, he died in a tragic accident. I cried until I almost fainted, but suddenly, text messages started floating before my eyes. [Can someone tell the female lead that he faked his death?!] [Julian’s mistress ran away when she found out he was getting married. He faked his death to chase her to London! The female lead is crying at his grave while the mistress is crying in his bed. I'm so mad!] [It's a pity. When he comes back from his 'death,' the female lead won't know anything and will happily marry him...] Two weeks later. News of my engagement to the city's most eligible billionaire spread across New York. Julian's accomplice, his best friend, rushed over to confront me: "Julian hasn't been gone for long, and you're already in a rush to find someone new?" "He's dead. You don't expect me to stay a widow forever, do you?" 1 When the floating text first appeared before my eyes, I thought I was hallucinating from grief. But the text kept scrolling. [If the female lead goes to the rooftop now, she'll know the male lead isn't dead at all.] [She hasn't eaten in two days because of him. She can barely walk. Why would she go to the rooftop?] I dragged my heavy legs toward the rooftop. Just a few steps from the top, I heard a voice I knew too well. It carried a hint of amusement. "Is my funeral over yet?" The voice was coming from Julian's best friend, Leo's phone. "Not yet, Julian." "What about Chloe? Did she suspect anything?" Leo: "No, she's been busy with everything. She almost passed out yesterday from grief. She's probably still crying in her room." Julian sounded casual: "Comfort her for me." Another friend, Sam, chimed in: "But Julian, you really fell for that little bird, huh? Faking your death to chase her to London, even making us act along with you." The floating text was real. I gripped the handrail tightly. Every cell in my body trembled. I heard Julian say: "Doesn't matter if I fell for her or not. Just keep it from Chloe." Leo asked: "Are you still going through with the wedding?" "Of course. When I get back, the wedding is still on. But before I get married, let me be crazy for love just once, right?" "Fair enough." "Once I'm married, I'll be tied to one person. No more chances like this. Haha." The three of them laughed, sharing their secret. My blood froze. I shuddered uncontrollably. I had prayed countless times for Julian to be alive. But never like this. 2 [Ahhh the female lead knows the truth! I hope she wakes up!] [Go out there and tear that scumbag apart!!!] I didn't rush out to expose them. I turned around. Calmly, I walked back down the stairs. After dry heaving in the toilet, I looked at myself in the mirror. I hadn't slept for days. My eyes were red, my face haggard. I splashed water on my face and wiped away the tear stains. [As expected, the female lead chooses to accept it silently. So frustrating!] [She loves him too much. She probably heard him say he'd still marry her and decided to swallow her pride.] [I think she's planning something big. She doesn't want to show her hand too early.] When I walked out of the room, Leo handed me two tissues. His face was full of concern: "Chloe, don't be too sad. Julian's spirit wouldn't want to see you like this." I looked up at his fake, solemn face. "Do you think Julian might not be dead?" 3 Leo looked panicked for a split second. But he quickly recovered: "H-How could that be? His jacket and shoes were found. You saw them yourself." A week ago, Julian drove into the river late at night. Police deduced he was swept away by the current while trying to escape. I stayed by the river all night, sleepless. The rescue team searched for days, only finding his coat and shoes. I nearly fainted from grief. Today was supposed to be our wedding day. I cried holding our photo until my head throbbed. Now they tell me it was all a setup. My grief was just a joke from start to finish. [The male lead is trash. Keeping a mistress is disgusting.] [I thought this was a sweet romance novel, but it turned into a nightmare.] [The female lead is a gorgeous heiress. If he doesn't want her, plenty of others do.] The nausea in my chest eased slightly thanks to the comments. Leo continued: "Chloe, stop overthinking. If Julian could see you, he'd be heartbroken." Heartbroken... Such ironic words. This morning I was thanking him for helping with Julian's funeral arrangements. Turns out, birds of a feather flock together. 4 Following the hints from the floating text, I found the TikTok account of Julian's mistress. I realized I had seen her many times before. She was a small influencer signed to Julian's media company, named Bella. Her handle was "Bella's Daily." Her latest video showed the streets of London, clasped hands, and a reunion embrace. The small mole on the man's hand was all too familiar. The caption read: "In our purest love, he left his arranged fiancée and traveled thousands of miles to find me. The wind of longing finally blew from New York to London." The video went viral. Comments gushed over their "beautiful love." "The runaway mistress and the CEO chasing her! It's like a romance novel!" "I know this plot! The CEO actually loves you, sis. The fiancée is just a tool to make him realize his feelings~" "Rich boys are always so romantic. I want a sugar daddy too ?" The floating text: [These comments must be bots. This isn't a romance; it's a homewrecker story.] [Calling it an 'arranged marriage' to make the cheater look good? The female lead's actual arranged partner was the villain in the book!]
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