Before the college entrance exams, the Billionaire’s heir was abruptly dumped by the campus queen. Gnawing on a plain bun, I approached him while he listlessly stared at his textbooks. "I look like her. Why don't you chase me instead?" He was silent for a moment, then handed me the roses meant for her. I took his money with a clear conscience. I asked for a million a month; he sent two without a word. After we married, our intimacy was scheduled—four times a week, punctual, thorough, and attentive. Everyone said the young heir had found true love. Until one day, his assistant whispered to me: "That new secretary... I heard she was the campus queen back then. "Madam, Mr. Sterling seems very fond of her. He even gave her your favorite lounge..." 1 I went after Julian Sterling for the money. He was a hopeless romantic, willing to spend on his girlfriends. When I was starving and chewing on dry buns, I envied the campus queen, Chloe, wearing two-million-dollar earrings before even graduating. I couldn't understand why she would dump the wealthy Julian for a scholarship student. So, when Chloe slapped Julian and walked away, I stopped her at the classroom door. "You really broke up?" She looked at my worn-out uniform with disdain and shook off my hand. "Yes, we broke up." "Can I pursue him then?" She looked me up and down, laughing at my shabbiness. "Sure, go ahead. If you actually catch him, I'll give you these earrings." I stared at the earrings Julian had given her and nodded. But at the graduation party, when she saw Julian walk in with me on his arm, her smile froze. While Julian was in the restroom, she ordered a song for me. When the lyrics "cheating slut" played, the room went silent, everyone staring at me. "Sarah, you're pathetic," Chloe sneered. I knew what I was to Julian. But I still opened a bottle of wine and poured it all over Chloe's head. I snatched her earrings. "A bet is a bet. If you didn't want me to pursue him, you shouldn't have gotten engaged to that poor boy." "Sarah!" Chloe screamed and charged at me, but a strong force pulled me behind a back. Julian took the slap meant for me. He took me away from the bar and didn't say a word all night. I think his heart was aching. I knew my place. I followed Chloe on Instagram. Every time she posted an outfit, I bought the same one. I wore them on our scheduled intimate nights. Every time he saw me wearing Chloe's style, the emotion in his eyes was unreadable. I knew he secretly followed her too. Seeing me was like seeing his lost love. My best friend, Lily, was furious for me. "You're his wife!" But I thought it was fine. I asked for a million a month; he sent two. I pushed my luck and asked for three. He sent five. Who cares about love when you live like this? I came from a loveless, penniless family. For a chance to make money, I would charge forward without shame. While Julian was still interested, I had to do my job. On our first anniversary, Chloe updated her Instagram. She got a butterfly tattoo on her neck. I cried from the pain, but after ten hours, I had the same tattoo on my neck. When Julian came out of the shower and saw the tattoo revealed by my purple lace camisole, he paused while drying his hair. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" "Don't do that again." He showed no interest in my butterfly. "Also, throw away all your purple clothes." My heart sank. Purple was Chloe's favorite color. Did he not want me to imitate his "white moonlight" anymore? Was my job as a stand-in coming to an end? "I mean, it hurts." He flicked my forehead. "Even if you don't imitate her, I'll still give you plenty of money." The next day, the maid took away all my purple clothes. I didn't like purple anyway. The maid filled my closet with black dresses. I touched the exquisite fabric. So, Julian knew I liked black? But if I didn't imitate Chloe, what about my job? So, I tentatively asked Julian for eight million. He gave me an unlimited black card. A customized couple's edition. While shopping with Lily, she asked curiously: "Didn't you say you'd take the money and run after five years? The time is almost up. When are you divorcing?" I stared at the baby clothes in the window, lost in thought. 2 I had been Julian's stand-in for five years. So I didn't know what loving someone should look like. I only remembered that before my mom left with another man, the thing she did that made me happiest was knitting me a scarf. Now my fingers were covered in bandaids, and the scarf was finished. But Julian didn't seem to need it. Because today was our scheduled night, and he was thirty minutes late. I fell asleep on the sofa waiting. I was woken up by kisses. "Sorry, the partners added terms last minute. I'm late." Julian unbuttoned his shirt, his breath hot yet controlled. For the first time, I pushed him away. "When do you plan to divorce?" His breath hitched. "What are you talking about?" I looked up at him. "I know she's back. You gave her my favorite lounge. "I checked. My access to that lounge has been revoked." His muscles tensed. "Julian, don't worry. I won't cling to you. I don't want much alimony, just give me..." He had already picked up his phone, his tone colder than I had ever heard. "Secretary? What secretary? "What about the lounge? "Do you change my staff without my approval now?" On the other end, the HR director's voice trembled: "Mr. Sterling, she showed photos of you two dating and said the Madam stole her man... "Madam does look like Ms. Chloe, and those photos were indeed you. We thought it was your intention..." Julian's expression was icy. "Blacklist Chloe from the industry. I want to see Madam's access restored within an hour. "And you, go to finance and pick up your final paycheck." The director tried to explain, but Julian hung up. I looked at him in surprise. He turned and hugged me, kissing me hard: "Sorry, I didn't know. I wasn't at headquarters these days..." I believed that. He was always flying domestically and internationally. But no matter how far, he never missed our four nights a week. I was still unsure, clutching his lapels tightly. "Blacklisting your white moonlight... aren't you afraid she'll be sad?" "What white moonlight?" He kissed me until I was breathless. "I only have you." "Is this a confession?" "Yes." "Then, Julian." I hugged him tight. "Who am I to you?" He paused, then kissed me even harder. "My wife." I trembled. "Then I'm really going to act like your wife from now on." "You should have been doing that all along." That night, neither of us slept. 3 My knitting skills improved. I unraveled the old scarf and made a bigger, warmer one. But Lily sent me a video. In the video, Julian was leaving a mansion in London after a meeting, holding a black umbrella, passing by Chloe. Since being blacklisted, she had nowhere to go. She couldn't even pay rent. She was soaked, her purple dress clinging to her skin, outlining her curves. She looked at him with teary eyes in the wind. "Julian..." Chloe's voice trembled. Julian paused slightly. Then walked past her without looking back. "Julian! Have you forgotten our past?" Amidst Chloe's calls, Julian didn't turn back. I sighed in relief. He knew his place. But I didn't expect Chloe to be so determined. The storm raged all night. She stood downstairs all night. Until she fainted. A black umbrella appeared in the frame. Chloe struggled to open her eyes, looking up at the person holding the umbrella. Julian was dry, his pale face emotionless. But the umbrella tilted slightly towards Chloe. Julian flew back to New York the next day as planned. But he gave that mansion to Chloe. "Sarah, what do we do? Julian only spends money on his woman!" Lily panicked. I thought for a moment. "Since he treats me as his wife, I have to act like one." That day, Chloe was kicked out of the mansion. And that day, Julian didn't come home. This was the first time he missed our scheduled night since we married. I called a dozen times; he didn't answer. The next day, he came home exhausted. His eyes were bloodshot. "Did you order Chloe to be kicked out?" I didn't deny it. "Yes." "Who gave you the right to be unreasonable?" I was shocked by his questioning tone. I looked up. "You mean, as your wife, I should tolerate your ex-girlfriend living in our property?" Julian didn't speak. He frowned and threw a video at me. In the video, Chloe was dragged into an alley by a group of men, her purple dress torn. Julian's voice trembled. "If I hadn't arrived in time, Chloe would have been violated!" I looked at the video coldly. "What do you want me to do?" "Go to the hospital. Apologize to Chloe." "Julian." I pushed the phone back. "I won't apologize to a mistress." "Mistress?" Julian seemed surprised I used that word. A sneer I had never seen appeared on his lips. "If we're talking about that, you're the mistress, aren't you?" My breath hitched. He ignored my shock and turned to leave. For the first time, he slammed the door. I sat on the sofa alone until late at night. Messages from friends kept popping up on my phone. [Sarah! What's happening? Julian cancelled meetings to be with another woman at the hospital?] [They say she's his first love. Is it true?] [Sarah, come to the hospital! Your husband is becoming someone else's!] I didn't reply to any of them. Instead, I packed my luggage and waited for Julian to return three days later. Seeing my suitcase, he chuckled lightly. "What? Running away from home?" I handed him the divorce papers. "Let's divorce. I don't want the settlement money." His hand holding the tea froze. 4 He flipped through the agreement page by page, his expression serious. His hands trembled slightly. "Divorce? Who will give you all that money?" "Thanks to you, Mr. Sterling, I won't starve." He paused. "Divorce is fine, but you must return every cent I spent on you." I froze. Five years as a stand-in, I spent quite a bit. Seeing me stiffen, Julian relaxed a bit. "If you can't pay it back, that's fine. Just don't divorce..." "Okay." He was stunned. I was very insecure about money. No matter how much I had, I didn't dare spend recklessly. Even with nine figures in my account, when Julian wasn't around, I still ate instant noodles with two eggs. In five years, I received hundreds of millions, but only spent two million. I handed over the bank card and took off the two-million-dollar earrings. That covered exactly what I spent. "These earrings were won in a bet with Chloe. They count as mine. Here, it's all paid back." I took Julian's hand and placed the earrings in his palm. As I turned to leave, he threw the earrings away and grabbed my hand. "Don't go!" "I didn't really mean for you to pay me back!" The eloquent CEO was speechless. "Julian, don't stop me..." I was impatient, but when I turned, I silenced myself. A tear fell onto the back of my hand. I spoke in disbelief. "You... are crying?" "I'm sorry." He looked at me with red eyes. "Don't do this to me." I had never seen this man cry. If this was photographed, Sterling stocks would fluctuate. So I sat down and listened to his explanation. Only then did I know he wasn't at the hospital these past few days. He had his friends send those stimulating messages because he thought I arranged for those men to violate Chloe. He couldn't accept me doing such a thing. I could kick her out, but I couldn't drive her to extinction, letting a group of men assault another girl. But he still sent Chloe to the hospital and visited often. Because he didn't want me to be sued. "Calling you a mistress was out of anger. I'm sorry." Julian's eyes were red. I was silent for a moment. "Julian, you really hurt me this time." Pain flashed in his eyes. "But I can give you a chance." His eyes lit up. "Julian, I want you to cut off all contact with Chloe. Send her away, far away." "Okay..." He gripped my hand tightly, as if holding a lost treasure. "I promise you."
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