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Smiled like he’d already won. “Deal.” Fourteen days later, I was losing my mind. Two. Days. Left. And nothing. Every woman I met? Not it. Either fake, shallow, or didn’t even get past a full sentence without annoying me. “You could just hire someone,” Ben had said on our way out of the building one last night. A fake girlfriend. The idea was stupid. Risky. And fake. Just like the women I was supposed to be avoiding. “No way,” I told him.

The Potter family's bodyguards exchanged shocked whispers, stunned that their poised and dignified lady was secretly so depraved. Sean shot to his feet, bellowing, "It's fake, generated by AI! Jerome, you despicable rat! To push for divorce, you're resorting to these despicable tactics?" He jabbed a finger at Megan, adding, "You can't trick me. The woman next to you is a notorious hacker. Faking videos is child's play for her." Megan raised an eyebrow, clicking open another clip. "Is that so? Care to explain why you're shirtless at Martha's place at 3:30 in the morning?"

"He's your son? Are you trying to tell us that Dixon Smith is your husband? Take a good look at yourself! If you're going to lie, at least make it believable. Don't make me call the police!" I wasn't afraid of that. "That's right. Dixon is my husband. Go ahead and call the police. I'd love to see who they arrest when they arrive." As soon as I said that, everyone thought I had lost my mind. "So, Samuel Storm is your father, and Dixon Smith is your husband. Elizabeth, you're delusional! Just wait. I'm calling the police right now. Let's see how you explain yourself then." Yvonne pulled out her phone and began dialing the police.

"If it weren't for Jennifer, who knows how many times you would've been deceived? She's helping you filter out the trash. You should be thanking her." I opened my mouth, but not a single word came out. It was true—none of my five former fiancés were decent men. But how much better was Jennifer? Before breaking off each engagement, I had secretly checked their phones. Jennifer had sent them countless explicit photos—every set of lingerie she wore was practically see-through. She even asked them, "Do you want to hear what I sound like in bed?" The whole thing disgusted me. Jennifer leaned closer, her voice laced with smug satisfaction.

But could I follow through with his lie? Could I cozy up to him and act like I was suddenly in love with the school's golden boy? Could I really be Aaron Walker's fake girlfriend? Or would it all end in disaster?

Then, she declared self-righteously, "Adrian, I admit that I failed to think this through, but I'm only doing this for your sake! If I hadn't discovered this truth, this bitch would've deceived you today! "Who knows how many male actors she's worked with on these porn videos? With such decrepit morals, who's to say she doesn't have some sort of STD or something?" Adrian's expression turned stony as he looked at me. "Sarah is my younger sister, and she's never lied about anything since she was young. Besides that, she has no grudge against you, so why would she create these false claims for no reason? "If it really is you in those videos, just admit to it. I won't pursue the matter further si

He was usually knocked out around 9:00 pm, so he never had a clue. He was no better himself. Behind that serious facade, he would spend his time online pretending to be a young man, flirting with young women and married ladies. The hacker even sent me screenshots. One was from my mother-in-law's livestream. She was wearing heavy makeup and a skimpy outfit, dancing provocatively. My eyes nearly burned. Another was a screenshot of my father-in-law's voice chat with someone who appeared to be a married woman. The way he talked was obsessive and disgusting. I felt sick reading them even as a man.

"Come with me." "Sorry, what? No. I need to deliver this, then head to my second job. I can’t—" "he said to her How much do you make in a night?" She frowned. "Excuse me?" "Your rate. Give me a number." said he "she said That’s not your business." He arched a brow. " and said I'm giving Five thousand dollars. for one hour to pretend to be my date." Eden short, disbelieving."Is this a joke? Is there a hidden camera?"

But all the decisions were made, I quickly swallowed my ego and move toward the separate small room on which my things were arranged. I immersed myself in the warmth of the water, I could not help but rewind today's incidents. I can't believe Vicky's betrayal. And the events followed. I can't even believe that I agreed to become a fake wife... Before I could control it, I went full-on sobbing. After ten minutes I was back, and inside the walk-in wardrobe, I found the most expensive designer clothes everywhere.

Michael pulled a chair for me and I sat down, unbuttoned my jacket and pulled the microphone closer. "Now, to begin, this man standing there," I said pointing to Jeremy. "Is the ex husband of my wife, Ariana Brown. And Ariana Brown is human, but very special," I said. "They were supposed to get married six months ago, but this woman over, there," I said pointing to Melody," paid a doctor a huge sum of money to inseminate her with another man's seed during her health check up. This is because she was having an affair with Jeremy behind Ariana's back," I said. "Now, have a look at these documents and videos and tell me if they are fake videos. These videos were pulled from the CCCTV cameras in