LOGINElowen had lost her mind. I ended the call. The city lights outside the window blurred into soft halos beneath the heavy, ink-black night. The lawyer told me that Elowen had been forcibly taken from the hospital by her mother. The massive debt she owed, along with compensation for the medical malpractice, had crushed her already impoverished family. Bound by her wrist with a thick hemp rope, Elowen was dragged back to the small hometown she had once been too ashamed to mention by Mrs. Jensen. Word had it that after returning to the town, she spent all day sitting at the village entrance, grinning foolishly at anyone who passed by and mumbling incoherently, "I'm the instructor's wife... I'm going to live in a mansion… Where's my Hermès?"Elowen became the laughingstock of the entire town. …A month later, the court finally delivered its judgment on Vincent's case. I didn't attend in person. It was Dad's lawyer who sent me the video of the court proceedings. In the video, he
Vincent's threatening text hung over my heart like a death warrant. I wasn't afraid; I just hadn't expected that he would actually have the nerve to show up.…Late one night, I had just finished an urgent proposal and stepped out of the studio building when a gust of cold wind rushed down my neck. Pulling my coat tighter around myself, a dark figure abruptly lunged out from a shadowy corner of the parking lot. It was Vincent. His eyes were bloodshot, his greasy hair clung to his forehead, and he had grown so thin he was barely recognizable. More terrifyingly, he was clutching a dagger that glinted coldly in the light, its tip pointed straight at me."Helena," he snarled, his voice hoarse and ragged. "You ruined everything for me! Since you won't let me live, let's die together!"As soon as his words fell, he lunged at me with a twisted, vicious expression. The face I had once kissed countless times was now filled with nothing but madness and destruction. However, he was too na
As expected, Mrs. Jensen was no pushover. She charged straight from her hometown to Jovelle, wielding a wooden club thicker than her arm, and stormed into Vincent's parents' home without uttering a single word.I saw that debt-collection scene, which was nothing short of a farce, in a local news short. In the video, Mrs. Jensen's hair was disheveled as she maniacally smashed Vincent's security door with her wooden club. While pounding away, she wailed and cursed in her local dialect, demanding they compensate her for the "loss of her daughter's youth", or else she would die right there on their doorstep. The comment section was filled with netizens egging her on."Damn, that woman's a menace! It's such a shame she's not using that energy to go after homewreckers full-time.""There are no good guys here, just villains eating their own."Dad's call came in almost at the same time as the news. His voice was tinged with a hint of epicaricacy. "The old couple were so enraged that they
I didn't bother listening to the argument that followed. As soon as I arrived home, my phone vibrated frantically, popping up a local trending topic. "University Instructor and His Mistress Brawl in the Streets: The Drama of the Year."In the video, Elowen was clutching Vincent by the collar like a madwoman, shrieking, "Vincent, you liar! You broke loser!"Vincent's eyes were bloodshot. He slapped her hard across the face and cursed, "You bitch, this is all your fault! Weren't you supposed to be pregnant? You're a damn jinx!"The couple had completely dropped all pretenses, brawling on the side of the road, yanking at each other's hair, and ripping each other's clothes, making utter fools of themselves. A crowd of passersby gathered around them, pointing and whispering amongst themselves. The comments section erupted into pure chaos and glee. "I'm dead. The couple of the year is right here. Don't let either of them back into the dating pool.""So much for true love. One was
Vincent wanted me to spare him? Who did he think he was? I stared at the ridiculous question on the screen and sent him the address of a cafe. Half an hour later, I watched the man I had loved for five years appear before me. He looked like a stray dog, his appearance haggard and worn. There were heavy dark circles under his eyes, his stubble was unshaven, and his entire being radiated the dejection of someone who had reached the end of his rope. However, the moment he sat down, the first words out of his mouth were still delivered in that same superior, chauvinistic tone. "Helena, you've had your fun. Now, quit it."He pulled a stack of printed papers from his briefcase and pushed them toward me before threatening me, "These are the things you wrote to me in the past, along with some of our family matters. I'm sure you wouldn't want others to see these, right?"I lowered my gaze and found the love letters I had written to him in the early days of our relationship, along with sev
Elowen's twisted little essay skyrocketed to the top of the local trending topics the day after Dad stormed into the police station with his men. "I was deceived by my instructor and threatened by his wife's mobster father. What should I do?" She painted herself as an innocent young woman who had been fooled by a married man. Her words dripped with misery and grievance.She also hinted that I had used my tyrant of a father to oppress her. She alleged that I had forced her to miscarry and was now attempting to drive both her and Vincent to their deaths. Her sob story struck just the right chord with certain netizens, and the comment section was instantly overrun by righteous keyboard warriors who were eager to take her side. "I knew his wife looked like trouble. So, she has her father pulling strings behind her. No wonder she's so arrogant!""My heart goes out to you, girl. You did nothing wrong. The ones at fault are the scumbag who lied to you and that old hag who bullied you







