All Chapters of The Girlfriend Selection: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I didn't pack up and leave right away. I acted as if nothing had happened.If Fred wanted to play games, then fine. I would play along and see this whole twisted competition through.I had already made up my mind. I was going to drag everything they had done out into the open.Not just for myself, but for every girl they had lied to and tossed aside. I wanted the whole world to see what they really were behind those polished, fake smiles.I reopened that post and messaged the girl who wrote it.She replied not long after.We agreed to meet at a small coffee shop downtown.She was tiny, thin, and dressed in simple clothes. She looked like she was still in school. I could see the grievance, mixed with quiet anger, in her gaze.After getting her permission, I asked her to walk me through everything: how her ex had lied to her and how she found out about the whole selection game.She had already gathered a stack of evidence. I recognized her ex right away. He was one of the guys

During my stay at the hospital, I found out Ayla was in the room right next to mine.Her injury was barely anything, but she must've known I was here. She checked in anyway, just to get under my skin.Fred stayed with her almost the entire time. He only came to see me occasionally, as if I was an afterthought. When he saw the bandages wrapped around my legs, something like concern flickered in his eyes.But it didn't last. His tone quickly turned into blame."Couldn't you just be a little more reasonable? You just had to pick a fight with Ayla and ended up like this. She was just trying to help, coming over to cook something for you."I ignored him."Come on. Don't stay mad. Ayla's just my secretary. We've been together for five years. Don't you trust how I feel about you?"Before I could respond, her voice drifted in from the next room, soft and sweet."Fred, I'm hungry! Come feed me!"His eyes flickered. "She burned her hand. It's hard for her to eat on her own. I need to he

The next second, the screen lit up.Everything I had gathered over the past month started playing.Screenshots of chat logs, audio clips. Piece after piece, laying out exactly what Fred's group had been doing.Dating multiple girls at once, scoring them like products, tossing out anyone who didn't meet their standards, then laughing about it and humiliating them.The entire room went dead quiet. People just stared, stunned.One of Fred's friends snapped first, shouting, "Who did this? Shut it off, now!"Fred's face had gone completely pale. He spun around, searching for me in a panic.But I was already gone.By the time chaos broke out, I was in the backseat of a car, heading for the airport.-Back at the venue, right as everything started falling apart, the doors slammed open.A group of girls rushed in, the ones who had been lied to and thrown away. Behind them came dozens of reporters and influencers, cameras already rolling.Their eyes burned with anger as they pointed

Fred hadn't slept in three days.It wasn't that he didn't want to. Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was Hannah's face.After that night, his PR team pulled an emergency meeting and worked nonstop, trying everything to contain the damage.But it didn't matter. The situation online had already spun out of control.Videos from the gala and all the evidence spread everywhere. His company's stock crashed. Partners started pulling out one after another. Reporters camped outside the office every day.The friends he used to call brothers turned on him without hesitation, pushing all the blame onto him to save themselves."The whole selection thing was Fred's idea. We were just dragged into it.""Yeah, he threatened to cut off business ties if we didn't go along. We're victims, too."The same people who used to laugh and drink with him now acted as if they had never known him.But what broke him the most was that he couldn't find Hannah.He searched everywhere, but there was

The room erupted into applause.Everyone was on their feet, clapping, voices rising in excitement.Everyone except Fred. He stood there, frozen, as if he couldn't process what he had just heard."That's impossible… It can't be…"His voice was barely more than a whisper, his face drained of color."You're lying… Hannah, you're lying, right? If you had money, then why would you ever…"I looked at him and cut him off quietly, "Have him escorted out.""No. Hannah… I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Please, just give me one more chance. I swear I'll treat you right. I'll…""That's enough." I stepped back, disgust curling in my chest.Easton moved forward, placing himself between us, then gave a small nod to security. "Take him out."Two guards stepped in immediately, grabbing Fred and dragging him toward the exit."Hannah! Hannah!" He struggled, his voice cracking as he shouted, "I love you! I really love you! You can't do this to me…"His voice faded as he was pulled out through