Mon Âme-Sœur M'A Abandonnée pour Vacances avec Son Ex

The air in my throat tasted like copper, burning sulfur, and scorched ash.

 A split second ago, I was pinned to the concrete floor of my own shelter, my windpipe crushed under Connor’s heavy boot while Lara systematically emptied my medical chest into her tactical backpack. 

 I remembered the exact, cold dismissive look in Connor’s eyes as he shifted his weight. “Sorry, Claire,” he had murmured, not a single trace of warmth in his voice. “Lara needs the antibiotics more than you do. You were always too weak to survive this world anyway.”

 Then came the dark. And then—

 BANG!

 A champagne cork popped, bouncing off the polished plaster ceiling of the high-end private dining room at L’Étoile.

 I violently gasped, my hand flying to my neck. No blood. No crushed windpipe. Cool, lavender-scented air rushed into my lungs, crisp and clean—a stark, shocking contrast to the suffocating volcanic heat of the apocalypse.

 "A toast!" Connor’s bright, handsome voice boomed across the linen-covered table. He held up his crystal flute, his signature golden-boy smile flashing under the chandelier light. "To Lara’s new boutique partnership! And to Claire, for funding the entire down payment like the amazing friend she is!"

 【System Syndicate Online. Temporal Anchor Locked: May 14, 2026. 10:00 AM.】

 【Thirty days remaining before "Phase One: Volcanic Eruption & Toxic Rust."】

 【Scan complete. Host Claire... congratulations on surviving your previous execution by your charming fiancé and treacherous best friend. Your past taste in lovers was truly appalling, but your desire for blood is exquisite. Ready to play?】

 The voice didn't sound like a standard robotic prompt. It was crisp, smooth, and laced with a terrifyingly sassy, dark amusement that vibrated directly at the base of my skull. 

 A sleek blue digital UI overlay flashed across my vision, revealing a massive locked network hierarchy labeled The Syndicate Matrix, alongside an empty, infinite stasis storage inventory.

 My mind reeled, but I didn't let a single muscle in my face slip.

 Thirty days. Thirty days before the earth split open, spewing molten rock and searing metallic ash that rendered the surface uninhabitable. Thirty days before the man I loved and the girl I called my sister murdered me for a box of amoxicillin.

 In my past life, I was the naive heiress. The sweet, trusting fool who thought Connor spent every weekend driving Lara to her appointments out of "respect for my best friend." I thought his protective nature over her was just an extension of his love for me.

 What a pathetic, blind idiot I had been.

 "Claire?" Lara’s soft, squeaky voice interrupted my thoughts. She leaned across the table, placing her manicured hand over mine. She was wearing the diamond-encrusted bracelet I had bought her for her birthday last month. "Are you okay, sweetie? You look like you've seen a ghost."

 【Target Profile: Lara (Best Friend). Deception Level: 100%. Current status: Secretly pregnant with Connor’s child (Week 6). Target Lara is currently practicing her 'innocent teary face' in real-time. Rating: 2/10. Shall I drain her boutique credit line out of principle?】

 The System's snarky commentary rang in my mind, confirming the grotesque truth with cold data.

 I looked at Lara. I looked at Connor, whose arm was casually resting along the back of Lara’s chair—his fingers mere inches from her hair.

 Instead of screaming, instead of grabbing the steak knife and plunging it into Connor’s throat, a deep, intoxicating calm washed over me. A slow, radiant smile spread across my lips.

 "I'm wonderful, Lara," I said, my voice smooth, warm, and entirely pitch-perfect. "Just overwhelmed with happiness for you. You deserve everything that’s coming to you."

 【Target Lara’s stress level dropped by 12%. She believes Host remains completely compliant. Host's acting skills: 10/10. I am officially impressed.】

 "Oh, Claire, you're the absolute best!" Lara gushed, taking a delicate sip of her mimosa. "Connor was just saying how lucky we are to have you. Speaking of the boutique down payment... the bank said the wire transfer from your trust account is still pending? They need your verbal authorization by noon."

 "Of course," Connor chimed in smoothly, leaning forward and pressing his hand over mine, right next to Lara's. The familiar scent of his expensive cologne hit me, but now it just smelled like garbage. "I know $500,000 is a lot of liquid cash, babe, but Lara’s business plan is solid. Once the store opens, we’ll see returns in no time. I already signed as the co-guarantor to save you the hassle."

 【Analysis: Target Connor signed as the primary guarantor to appear heroic to Target Lara. If the transaction fails due to primary default, full legal liability automatically shifts to Connor’s personal credit rating and assets. Target Connor currently has $12,000 in liquid capital. He is essentially playing Russian roulette with a loaded wallet.】

 My heart throbbed with a dark, thrill-filled focus.

 "Oh, silly me! I completely forgot to confirm it with the bank manager this morning," I chirped sweetly, pulling out my phone with eager fingers. "Let me fix that right now."

 I dialed the private line to my family’s wealth manager, putting the phone to my ear while keeping my brightest, most innocent gaze fixed on the two parasites across the table.

 "Mr. Vance? Yes, it's Claire," I said in a clear, cheerful tone. "About that $500,000 authorization for Lara's boutique... let's cancel the wire transfer from my trust immediately."

 Connor’s smile instantly froze. Lara’s fork clattered loudly against her porcelain plate.

 "Claire?" Connor stammered, his eyes widening. "What—what are you doing?"

 "Oh, don't be silly, Connor!" I laughed airily, waving my hand as if clearing the air. "I'm not canceling the investment! I just realized my trust yields 8% interest this month. It’s much smarter to take out a short-term, high-interest commercial loan using Connor’s corporate stock as collateral! That way, my trust stays untouched, and Connor gets full tax write-offs as the primary guarantor!"

 I beamed at Connor, whose face had gone entirely pale.

 "Right, honey?" I asked softly, tilting my head. "You said you wanted to support Lara with everything you have. You wouldn't mind putting up your stock to back her up, would you?"

 【Target Connor’s heart rate spiked to 142 BPM. Panic detected. Target Connor just realized his heroic gesture is about to cost him his entire financial life. Shall I play sad violin music in your mental link?】

 Not yet, System, I replied silently, my smile widening. Save it for when the loan defaults.

 Lara turned her wide, expectant eyes toward Connor, clutching his arm tightly. "Connor... really? You'd do that for my store?"

 Connor looked at Lara’s eager face, then back at my pure, unbothered, totally loving smile. He was trapped in a cage of his own pride. To refuse now would ruin the hero persona he had built for Lara, but to accept meant putting his entire net worth on a razor-thin wire.

 "I... uh..." Connor swallowed hard, a cold bead of sweat forming at his temple. "Of course, babe. Whatever you think is best for the investment."

 "Wonderful!" I clapped my hands together, my eyes gleaming with cold, hidden venom. "I'll have the loan officer send the paperwork to your office by two o'clock!"

 I stood up, pulling my designer bag over my shoulder.

 "Where are you going, sweetie?" Lara asked, her voice slightly strained as she sensed something shifted, though she couldn't point her finger at what.

 "Oh, just some errands," I said smoothly, leaning down to kiss Connor softly on the cheek. His skin felt clammy under my lips. "I have a sudden urge to do some shopping. A lot of shopping."

 【Primary objective locked: Target Connor's leveraged loan initialized ($500,000 collateral locked). Current Host Liquidity: $18,500,000.】

 【Syndicate Base Building Module unlocked. Designated Target Area: Suburban Mansion. Protocol: Constructing Gilded Cage Trap.】

 【Host Claire, where shall we spend our first million? Wholesale food terminals or military-grade underground bunkers?】

 I stepped out of the restaurant into the bright morning sun—sunlight that, in thirty short days, would turn into a lethal, raining hellscape of ash and fire.

 A ruthless, mastermind smile cut across my face as I unlocked my car.

 "System," I commanded in an icy whisper. "Call Titan Construction. We're going to build a fortress—and a very comfortable trap."