Chapter 4

I dragged myself back up to the apartment.

Cameron was holding Marissa on the couch. Her eyes weren't even the slightest bit bloodshot, yet Cameron was looking at her like she was the most pitiful thing in the world.

I pushed the door open and dropped to my knees right in front of Marissa. My body didn't feel like my own anymore as I spoke numbly. "I'm sorry. Everything earlier was my fault. I'm on my knees to apologize to you."

I turned to Cameron with a gaze as lifeless as still water. "Now, can you lend me the 500,000 dollars?"

Marissa giggled as if she had found something amusing. A second later, I heard my voice coming from her phone. "I'm sorry. Everything earlier was my fault. I'm on my knees to apologize to you."

My body trembled violently, and I stared at her in disbelief. Only then did I realize she had recorded a video of me kneeling. "I'm not as mad anymore. Cam, let's give Gwen 200,000 dollars for now.

"As for the remaining 300,000 dollars, we'll give it to her only if she agrees to be my bridesmaid at the wedding and proves to everyone that I was always the real girlfriend."

I dug my nails into my palms and gulped, forcing down the metallic taste rising in my throat.

Cameron's voice sounded from overhead. "Fine. We'll do as you say."

I looked down at my phone. Mom's messages were popping up one after another. "Your dad can't wait any longer!"

I threw whatever was left of my dignity out the window and dropped my head to the ground. "Cameron, I was wrong. I'm so sorry. I'll do anything as long as you pay for my dad's medical bills."

"Anything?"

I gave an uneasy nod.

A cunning, malicious look crossed Marissa's face. "Then bark like a dog for me."

I turned to Cameron, and he actually looked hesitant.

While holding his arm, Marissa shook him. "Cam, don't forget. When you faked the plane crash back then, I was the one who desperately went to look for you. Gwen couldn't care less whether you were dead or alive, even though you had gone to all that trouble staging a grand proposal for her.

"Good thing I was there to salvage the situation. If I weren't there, there wouldn't have been anyone for you to propose to."

At that, all hesitation vanished from Cameron's face, replaced by pure ruthlessness. "Asking you to bark is letting you off easy. Jobs only pay a few thousand a month. Why should I give you hundreds of thousands anyway?"

I fought back a sob before forcing out the truth. "Cameron, when that accident happened, I got into a car crash looking for you. I even lost our baby."

Cameron kicked me hard in the chest. It was the first time I'd ever seen him so violent. "You're still going to lie?

"The moment that accident happened, you jumped straight into Julius Myer's bed. You were just terrified of losing a sugar daddy. A vicious woman like you deserves to end up like this."

I deserved this? So that was how he really saw me. Mom's frantic texts popped up again. Enduring the pain, I barked. "Woof, woof."

Marissa laughed, remarking, "Cam, she actually barked!"

I did exactly what they asked. However, Cameron just turned his head away and threw a bank card at me, refusing to even look at me the whole time.

"You'll get the rest when you go to the wedding tomorrow."

After that, no matter how much I called after him, he never looked back as he left. "Cameron, you promised! I did everything you asked. Please save my dad!"

Right then, Mom sent me another text. "We don't need the money anymore."

My voice suddenly gave out. I choked down all my cries of pain.

Marissa caught a glimpse of my screen and burst out laughing. "Is your dad dead or something?"

There wasn't a shred of respect in her tone, only smug satisfaction. "I already knew Cameron was going to propose to you back then, so I was prepared to become the one he proposed to from the get-go.

"I caused your car accident. I was the one who sent your parents the news. And I was the one who told Cameron you slept with Julius."

She turned and walked away, her laughter echoing behind her.

Tears poured out of me like an open faucet. Suddenly, all the strength left my body, and I collapsed onto the ground.

I grabbed my phone and sent a message to that man. "I'll do it."

On the day of the wedding, I turned on my phone and pinned a camera to my collar.

The title of the live stream was, "My Fiance of Seven Years Is Getting Married Today, but the Bride Isn't Me."