Chapter 7

Reading the nonsensical text message, Oprah had a hunch that it came from him. He must have realized she had blocked his previous number, so he switched to another one to harass her.

Oprah decided not to reply, hoping he would think he had sent it to the wrong person.

But then another message arrived, "If you keep avoiding me, don't blame me for doing something irreparable to you."

Oprah furrowed her brow, contemplating momentarily, and finally replied, "What do you want?"

"To break up with Alfred."

"That's impossible."

"Nothing is impossible. Once you break up with him, I can fulfill all your desires in bed and elsewhere."

Oprah burst into anger and laughter, tossing her phone aside. She no longer wanted to entertain this deranged man.

However, the realization that he knew so much about her life unsettled Oprah. She couldn't help but feel a mix of horror and frustration. In her exasperation, she responded, "What have I done to offend you? Why are you tormenting me like this? Do you want to drive me crazy before you stop?"

This time, he didn't immediately reply.

As Oprah wondered if she had exposed his plot and left him speechless, he suddenly sent her a long text.

"You're driving me insane. I've tried to ignore you, give up on you, and stop caring, but every night when I close my eyes, I can't control the desire to possess everything about you."

"I want to kiss you from head to toe and fuck you passionately. Your whole body should belong to me; no one else should touch it."

"Oprah, did you cast a spell on me? Why am I so addicted to you?"

...

A loud smack echoed as Oprah's phone hit the floor.

She sat blankly on the bed, overwhelmed by the crazed and perverse words she had just read.

She couldn't fathom why he was so fixated on her, akin to fanatical admirers who pursued celebrities. It both scared and intrigued her.

Picking up her phone, Oprah hesitated momentarily before responding to him, "If you like me, why don't you come and find me directly? Sneakily harassing me will only make me hate you more."

After sending the message, Oprah waited for half an hour, but there was no reply from him. She felt even more perplexed. Could he be unattractive or hiding some dark secret, afraid of being despised if he revealed himself?

She put her phone aside and prepared to sleep. Finally, a message was sent from him, although it wasn't a response to her previous question.

"Alfred isn't as perfect as he appears to be. If you don't believe me, come to G&A Club tomorrow night at eight, and you will see his true colors."

He still tried to defame Alfred without revealing his identity, so Oprah replied furiously, "Even if he's only pretending in front of me, he's still a hundred times better than you, hiding in the shadows and refusing to face me!"

After sending the message, Oprah turned off her phone.

When Oprah woke up the following morning, she realized she hadn't called Alfred before sleeping.

Since they became an official couple, they would talk for a few minutes every night before sleeping, even if it was to say goodnight. But due to her anger towards his antics, she had forgotten about it the previous night.

As expected, there were two missed calls on her phone, both from Alfred.

Oprah dialed back.

A soft, languid female voice answered, "Hello?"

Oprah was taken aback, wondering if she had dialed the wrong number. She rechecked her phone and confirmed that it was indeed Alfred's number.

But why was a woman answering his phone?

The woman, noticing Oprah's silence, triumphantly chuckled, "You must be another one of Alfred's mistresses, right? Tut, he spent last night with me..."

Before she could finish, Oprah abruptly ended the call.

The mirror beside her reflected her pale face, her tightly pressed lips conveying determination and despair.