At the auction, Marvin was pushed out in a wheelchair, just like when I first arrived in Frontania.A colleague joked, "Is Marvin really going to bid for Ashen Mythos too?"There were plenty of bidders, and the price climbed steadily, but many dropped out when they couldn't top the bids. In the end, it came down to Marvin and a client from Ruttenstan."Ten point one million.""Eleven million.""It's not even a buyout—the royalties after that will be endless. This really might be my dream come true." Alex rubbed his face, amazed. "But your ex-boyfriend sure is persistent. Maybe he's trying to win you back."I ignored him and just watched.Finally, Ashen Mythos was sold to Marvin for 12 million dollars, a price nearly equal to the total of the previous top ten games combined.Once the deal was done, Marvin came over to me.Despite his leg injury, he'd been working nonstop for days. He looked pale, and his features were still shadowed with gloom."I bought this game as a gift fo
The next day, while I was preparing for the Ashen Mythos game auction, I suddenly received a call from Fronville Hospital.Marvin had slashed his own leg. When the paramedics arrived, he was lying in a pool of blood, laughing uncontrollably, mumbling, "Now Serena will forgive me."The hospital staff said he insisted on speaking to me and refused treatment unless I came in person. His wound was still bleeding heavily, and the floor was soaked red.But I couldn't bring myself to forgive him so easily—not after being lied to, tricked, and humiliated 100 times two years ago.I politely declined the nurse. "I don't know him. If he refuses treatment, maybe you should contact a funeral home for him."On the other end of the line, Marvin cried out, trembling, "Selene, my leg hurts so bad, I think I'm dying. Please, I'm begging you, just come see me. You used to care about me so much…"Feeling sick, I hung up without a word.The old Serena would have dropped everything the moment she hea
Two years later, I founded a game studio in Frontania and finally brought my independently designed fantasy game, Ashen Mythos, to life.I submitted it under the name "Celeste" to an international game design competition.Thanks to its unique blend of Tricacia mythology and fantasy elements, with a style that resonated perfectly with gamers worldwide, it won first place. The win caused a huge stir back home.It was the first time a Tricacian game designer had taken the top prize in that contest. The auction price skyrocketed, quickly reaching millions of dollars, and my studio was flooded with offers from countless partners every day.The auction was set to happen three days later.My father asked me, "Aren't you worried Marvin might come after you if you make such a big deal out of this?"I'd heard rumors—Marvin was called a madman in Renowoods, and no one dared mention the name "Serena" around him.I shrugged it off with a smile. "It's been two years. He's the one who's stuck
I glanced at my phone one last time, eyes locking on a new post from Shirley's secret X account.[Apparently, Marvin's putting together a prank compilation for our wedding, featuring someone's ugly crying face as the grand opening.]The picture showed a safe in Marvin's apartment, neatly stacked with 99 voice recorders.Seeing all those missed calls from Marvin, I smiled as I pulled out the SIM card.He still had no idea about the plane crash—he only knew I had uncovered his prank game.Was he suspicious? Angry? Panicked? Perhaps uneasy or confused?But none of it mattered anymore.My father said making a private plane disappear from radar would be like wiping my fingerprints off our wedding photo frame. He told me to trust him completely.And soon, I would disappear from Marvin's life just as thoroughly.When Marvin heard about the crash, he ran headfirst into the wreckage, ripping apart smoking metal with his bare hands. His tailored suit was shredded by steel bars.Firefig
When I woke up again, my right leg was wrapped in a thick cast.The doctor said I might have permanent damage. I lay there silently, tears streaming down my face.Marvin sat beside the bed, looking worn out. His face was tight with pain, his eyes full of guilt and sorrow.He drew a tiny moon on the cast and said softly, "Selene, I'll stay with you until you get better."I closed my eyes, and he gently tucked the blanket around me, moving carefully so as not to wake me.He was busy all morning, running back and forth to bring me everything I needed in the hospital. After almost an hour, he finally got to catch a breath.He was acting like the most responsible boyfriend when he was the one who caused all this.I pretended to sleep, but my heart was pounding, aching inside. Marvin stayed up all night and sat by my side.Every now and then, he kissed the name "Selene" he'd written on the cast, tears falling as he held my hand tight, as if I'd disappear if he let go."I'm sorry, Se
At the birthday party, Marvin's friends crowded around me in the private room and pushed the biggest slice of cake right in front of me. "Marvin says you love cake. Have some."Marvin looked away, pretending not to notice.The moment the cake touched my lips, a sharp bitterness rose in my throat, and nausea hit me hard.But Shirley pressed me down while shoving the unfinished cake back into my mouth. "It's my birthday today. It'd be rude for you to spit out my cake. Come on. Finish it!"Suddenly, my lower stomach clenched with pain, unbearable and sharp.Marvin's friends started teasing and laughing, treating me like part of some cruel joke.After finishing the cake, I rushed to the bathroom, vomiting until I felt the world spin around me. From the private room came satisfied laughter—clearly, it was another prank of theirs."Is your stomach still bothering you?" Marvin handed me warm water with mint leaves floating inside, an old remedy for nausea he taught me when we first met