Feel-Good Story Imagination 단편 소설 & Hypocrisy Face Slapping 소설

To land a ninety-million-dollar contract, I drank so much entertaining the client that I ended up in the hospital with a bleeding stomach. But at the company awards ceremony, the person who stood up to accept the recognition was my own trainee, Bella Young. I lost it on the spot. “Bella, why are you taking credit for my deal?” But Bella calmly pulled out the contract. The name on the signature page was hers. “Gina, I know you trained me, but that doesn’t mean you can just steal my work in front of everyone.” She gave me a mocking smile. “Isn’t that a little shameless? “Besides, closing deals takes skill. You’re getting old. Maybe you just can’t keep up anymore.” Just like that, she claimed everything I had worked for as her own. I was about to go straight to our boss and clear things up when I heard Bella’s voice coming from inside his office. I stopped outside the door. She was curled up in his arms, speaking in a spoiled, sugary voice. “That idiot Gina has no idea. “As long as she gets the client to sign, my Contract Transfer System automatically changes the name on every deal to mine! “The harder she works, the more I get!” My hand froze inches from the door.

At 11:00 pm, I've just locked my car and am about to walk away when rows of bright red comments appear right in front of my eyes. "Warning! Your husband, whom you're still in a 30-day cooling-off period with, wants to kidnap you! He'll take nudes of you while livestreaming the entire process before mutilating you into chunks and flushing you down the sewers!" "Well, this gold digger keeps swindling money from her husband while toying with his feelings relentlessly. Now, she even wants a portion of his assets by getting a divorce from him. Serves her right for being a target of revenge!" I'm left feeling shell-shocked. After all, I'm single as a Pringle. How the heck did I even have a husband, to begin with?

I was the ultimate Cinderella: a girl who married into a wealthy family. A drone proposal captivated the whole city. After the wedding, I was showered with designer goods, and my in-laws gave me a million dollars a month in spending money. My best friend, Sasha Lane, married the poorest man. She counted every penny, while her husband came home drenched in sweat from the construction site each day. Her eyes often filled with tears as she said, "Shayla, I wish I could have a life like yours." I smiled and said nothing. Then she made a wish to the genie in a magic lamp, and we really did swap souls. She cried as she apologized to me. "I'm sorry. I can't bear living with a man like him in that tiny, run-down apartment. I can't bear going to the market every day to pick through vegetables no one else wants." At the end, she was smiling. "But you're different, Shayla. You're just an orphan. You don't deserve a life like this." With that, she climbed into the luxury car without looking back. I stood where I was and laughed until I cried. She didn't know I spent every day on my knees with a dog bowl in front of me. She didn't know my husband slept around, or that I'd contracted HIV. And she had no idea I couldn't spend a cent from that million-dollar bank card. I wiped away my tears and walked toward the 215-square-foot rental she was so desperate to escape. I opened the door. A plate of spaghetti sat on the table, still steaming.

I was a housewife with severe OCD and a serious cleanliness obsession. I accidentally entered what I thought was a wholesome parenting game where I beat the crap out of my rebellious son, smothered my adorable daughter with love, and ripped out the corpse-stitching on my husband to sew him back up. On the day I cleared the game, the three of them tearfully sent me off. Only during the final settlement did I learn the truth: my husband was the ultimate boss of the horror game. My son was an infamous demon who left no players alive, and my daughter had crushed the skulls of a hundred players. Wasn't this supposed to be a parenting game? Turns out, I had walked straight into a horror game.