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Synopsis
I posted a cute camping picture with my boyfriend, and a "sleep coach" suddenly slid into my DMs:
"Girl, did you know your boyfriend hires me every single night on an audio app to whisper him to sleep?"
"He always flirts and crosses the line. I get bad vibes from him. I really don't want to be the other woman, so... want me to test his loyalty for you?"
I replied, "He does have insomnia and tried an audio app once, but what does that have to do with a 'loyalty test'?"
She responded instantly: "I’ve dealt with countless men. I know exactly what he wants. Don’t you want to know what dirty secrets he whispers to me?"
I thought the whole thing was absurd, so I just ignored her.
The next day, she posted an anonymous rant on TikTok:
"Watching Other People's Relationships Fall Apart While I Lose Sleep"
Attached was the camping photo she stole from my feed, captioned:
"I tried to warn a girl that her man is cheating, and she attacked me for minding my own business. Since when is telling the truth a crime?"
The comment section exploded.
"Don't waste your breath, babe. You can't save someone blinded by love."
"She’ll realize you were trying to save her when he dumps her."
"Expose him! Ruin his life!"
Hundreds of hate messages flooded my DMs. Some called me a pathetic doormat who deserved to be cheated on; others demanded I dump him right away.
Exhausted, I posted a story on Ins: "Thank you all for the concern, but I trust him."
She took a screenshot, reposted it, and sneered:
"Ha. Don’t come crying to me when you catch him whispering my name in his sleep."
Three days later, she posted another update with a SnapChat screenshot:
A newly accepted friend request under the contact name "New Client with Insomnia."
She captioned it: "He messaged me saying he can't sleep lately and needs my voice~ Rumor has it his girlfriend thinks he’s a loyal angel. Fine, let me prove it to you all."
Her followers went wild: "Queen behavior!" "Grabbing my popcorn for part two!"
I opened the screenshot and zoomed in.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
I looked closely at the screenshot. The contact name read "New Client with Insomnia," the profile picture was an orange tabby cat, and the handle was clearly a brand-new burner account.
I chuckled and tossed my phone onto the counter.
Liam poked his head out of the kitchen. "What are you laughing at?"
"Some girl claims you hire her to whisper you to sleep every night."
He froze, nearly dropping his spatula. "Who? I literally used one of those relaxation apps once when I had bad insomnia, and you roasted me for it. I deleted it immediately."
I shrugged. "Well, she made a whole post saying she’s going to 'test your loyalty' for me, complete with fake chat logs."
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Liam went to answer it. As he took our takeout from the delivery driver, he noticed a girl sneaking around our hallway, pointing her phone at our front door and snapping pictures.
I had barely set the food down when my phone buzzed again—
[Anonymous User: Girl, your man is such a good actor. Wake up before you end up heartbroken.]
[Anonymous User: Hate to break it to you, but he was on FaceTime with an audio girl until three in the morning.]
[Anonymous User: Why are you keeping trash around? Dump him already!]
Trolls online began doxxing my workplace and digging through my old photos, labeling me a pathetic, brainless pushover.
Liam glanced at the screen, his jaw clenching. "Are these people insane?"
Suddenly, a flash went off across the street. A girl with a massive telephoto lens was aimed directly at our living room window, taking rapid-fire photos.
Liam’s face darkened. "I’m calling the police."
The moment he dialed, commotion erupted outside. The girl burst into our hallway and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Everyone, come look! The cheating scumbag is right here!"
Neighbors popped their heads out, and some started recording and posting clips online. Soon, the hashtag #CheaterExposed was trending locally.
After a ruined dinner, I opened my social media, only to find my account banned due to mass reporting.
Only a mountain of hate messages remained, along with one specific notification:
[Sleep Coach Chloe: See you on TikTok Live tonight, sweetheart. Let's show everyone how your precious boyfriend begs for my voice~]
I let out a cold laugh, switched to a burner account, and joined her livestream.
At eight sharp, Chloe went live. With beauty filters turned all the way up, she sat on her bed holding a mug of milk.
"Welcome in, guys! Special stream tonight. A certain handsome guy crawls to my DMs every night, but his girlfriend is in total denial..."
The chat went wild: [Expose him!]
[Slap some sense into that clown!]
Chloe pulled up her SnapChat, showing a new friend request:
Display name: "New Client with Insomnia," profile picture: orange cat.
The first message read: [Hey, could you tell me a bedtime story?]
The second: [I've been under so much pressure lately. Feels like nobody truly understands me...]
The chat erupted: [A classic serial cheater!]
Chloe read the messages aloud in a sickly sweet voice: "See that? The classic manipulative guilt-trip."
Someone tagged my burner handle in the chat: [@Audrey care to explain?? How are you gonna defend him now??]
Dozens piled on: [Stupid girl deserves to get played]...
Just then, a random user with a string of numbers for a name dropped a comment:
"Host, are you sure that's him? Better check his IP. Looks like a cheap bot account bought off Wish."
The chat paused for three seconds. Chloe’s smile faltered.
She forced herself to stay calm. "Fake? Please! This is a live chat log!"
The anonymous user replied: "Check the phone number location, then."
Suddenly, an automated system banner flashed across her screen: [Suspicious activity detected. Please complete identity verification, or live privileges will be suspended.]
The viewers went nuts: [Wait, what?! Is this staged?!]
Gritting her teeth, Chloe dismissed the warning, doubling down. "Want me to call him right now so you can hear him yourselves?"
At that exact moment, a voice message popped up from the account—
[Voice Message from New Client with Insomnia]:
"Hey, gorgeous. You there?"
The moment the audio played, the entire chat lost its mind.
[Holy crap, it's real! Is that actually him?]
[Damn, his voice is insanely hot!]
Hearing that deep, magnetic tone, my heart skipped a beat.
It really was Liam’s voice!
And Liam had only stepped out the door ten minutes ago.Liam and I weren't married yet, and we didn't live together.
He had only come over tonight to cook dinner with me.
Doing the math in my head, he would have just pulled his car into his apartment's underground garage right about now.
In the livestream, the audio message kept looping.
"Hey, gorgeous. You there?"
That slight gravel in the tone, the subtle, habitual pause between words.
Even the rhythm of his breathing was an exact match for Liam's!
The blood in my veins ran cold.
The live chat went into an absolute frenzy.
[Holy sh*t! That voice is divine! No wonder the host fell for it!]
[That is definitely 100% him! Where’s that clown who told her to check the IP? Come out and speak up now!]
[Busted! Audrey's boyfriend is just a lying, two-timing player!]
Watching the flood of comments, Chloe smirked with sheer triumph.
"Hear that, everyone? When someone refuses to wake up from their little fantasy, I guess I just have to drag them out of bed myself."
"Since you guys are so eager, let’s just put him on FaceTime audio."
"Let's see how this girl's 'dream man' begs me to soothe him to sleep behind her back."
Her manicured fingers tapped the screen, dialing the audio call.
Ring... ring...
My heart hammered against my ribs with every chime.
Three seconds later, the call connected.
"Hello?"
The chat exploded. Chloe beamed, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness.
"Hey babe, why are you calling me so early today?"
The man’s voice sounded low and tired: "Just got home. A bit exhausted. Wanted to hear your voice."
*Just got home.*
Those three words lined up down to the exact second with Liam's commute.
My mind went completely blank. Could it really be him?
### 小说标题
The Loyalty Test Trap: My Boyfriend's Midnight Whispers### 全文翻译
Was he playing sweet with me on the surface while secretly whispering dirty little secrets to another woman from his garage?
No, I refused to believe it.
I immediately grabbed my second phone off the table and pulled up Liam's contact.
Without a second thought, I slammed the call button.
Right then, over the TikTok Live stream, Chloe purred coyly into her mic: "So, what kind of bedtime story do you want tonight, handsome?"
The second my phone made its first outgoing ring, the man on her stream abruptly fell silent.
Right after that, a faint, muffled buzz echoed through her audio feed.
*Bzzzz—bzzzz—*
The vibration pattern matched my call down to the exact second!
My breath caught in my throat. My fingers gripped the phone so hard my knuckles turned white.
The next second, an icy automated voice rang in my ear:
"Sorry, the person you are calling is on another line. Please try again later."He rejected my call!
And right on cue, the muffled buzzing in the livestream magically cut off at the exact same moment.
Every ounce of strength drained from my body.
Chloe picked up on the pause immediately, asking in a soft, concerned voice, "What's wrong, babe? Did something buzz?"
The man’s voice came back, tinged with sheer annoyance.
"Nothing. Just a spam call."
*A spam call.*
Those three words drove straight into my chest like rusty daggers.
Three years together, and here I was, reduced to a pathetic "spam call" from his lips.
The live comments instantly latched onto the drama:
[LMAOOOO did the official girlfriend just try to check on him and get instantly rejected?!]
[Bro called her a spam call, I am DEAD! The ultimate disrespect!]
Chloe hid her mouth behind her hand, giggling with pure malice.
"Aww, don't tell me that was your girlfriend? Hanging up on her like that is going to make her super mad~"
The man sounded completely dismissive. "Forget about her. She’s crazy and overthinks literally everything."
"Talking to you is the only thing that actually helps me relax."
His tone grew increasingly sultry, laced with blatant flirtation.
"That little melody you hummed for me last night? It’s been playing on repeat in my head all day."
A pretty blush crept up Chloe's filtered cheeks, her eyes practically dripping honey. "Really? Then how about I sing it just for you tonight?"
"Sounds perfect, good girl."
*Good girl.*
He actually called her a "good girl"!
Liam despised clingy, cheesy pet names. Even with me, he only ever called me Audrey.
And now, he was calling a trashy audio streamer his "good girl"!
The livestream exploded. Viewers surged in, shoving her straight to the number one trending spot on the platform.
A horde of trolls began spamming my main Ins account.
[@Audrey go listen to your man calling another girl his good girl!]
[@Audrey stop crying under your blankets and send the host a gift for teaching you a lesson!]
[@Audrey your man labeled you a spam caller, aren’t you embarrassed, you clown?]
Staring at the endless stream of venomous mockery, an eerie calm settled over me.
I didn't break down, sob, or start typing frantic defenses in her chat like they expected.
Instead, I quietly turned on screen recording and captured every single second of their two-hour call.
The voice, the cadence, the timeline.
Every piece of evidence pointed directly at Liam.
Yet, my gut told me something was dreadfully off.
As the stream wrapped up, Chloe flashed a cocky finger heart at the camera.
"Girl, don't say I didn't warn you. If you can't keep a leash on your man, don't get mad when another girl sweeps in to help."
The live stream ended, and the dark screen mirrored my chillingly blank face.
I didn't sleep a wink that night.
My primary account was drowned in thousands of vile DMs and hate comments, the unread badge stuck at 99+.
Some told me I deserved it, some urged me to dump him, and others sent disgusting, graphic memes.
I didn't delete a single one. I treated them like air.
I just sat there in the pitch-black living room, listening to the wind howling against the window, replaying that declined call over and over.
Why did Liam hang up on me?
If it really was him, why hadn't he sent a single Snap to explain?
And if it wasn't him, how on earth could someone mimic his exact voice and match his real-time schedule so seamlessly?By dawn, my eyes were laced with scarlet veins, but I still wasn't tired at all.
At eight in the morning, I washed up, applied my makeup, patted concealer over my dark circles, and left for work.
Everything seemed normal, as if the online storm from last night had never happened.
At ten, while I was buried in spreadsheets at my desk, my phone buzzed on the wood.
I stared at the caller ID for five long seconds before hitting accept.
"Hey, Audrey."
Liam's voice came through the speaker, completely identical to the man on last night's stream.
My grip on the phone tightened. I didn't say a word.
Liam didn't seem to notice my silence and spoke with an apologetic chuckle.
"Audrey, I'm so sorry about last night."
"Right when your call came through, my mom was FaceTiming me."
"The lines crossed, and I accidentally hit decline on yours."
"She kept talking for so long that I figured you'd already fallen asleep, so I didn't want to wake you up. Thought I'd just let you know this morning."
His explanation was seamless.
He even had a completely airtight excuse for why he never called back.
I lowered my gaze, staring at the quarterly report crinkling beneath my white-knuckled fingers.
"Yeah, got it," I answered flatly.
Liam seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Glad you're not mad. Hey, don't let that crazy internet garbage get to your head."
"Truth always wins. I've already contacted my attorney to start gathering evidence for defamation."
Listening to his righteous, protective tone, a sickening wave of irony hit me.
Gathering evidence?
To clear his name, or to cover his tracks?
I took a slow breath, smoothed out my voice, and asked quietly:
"Liam, how did you sleep last night?"
The line fell quiet for a second.
Then, Liam let out a breezy laugh.
"Honestly, amazing."
"I don't know why, but the second my head hit the pillow, I passed out. Slept straight through until morning."
"Didn't even dream once. Best sleep I've had in weeks."
He spoke so naturally, with absolute confidence.
I didn't say another word.
The open-concept office was dead quiet. Leaning back in my chair, I felt the warmth drain straight out of my chest.
Liam said he slept like a baby.
Except he had been battling crippling insomnia for an entire week!
Just two nights ago, he had been rolling in agony from a pounding migraine, dragging me to the ER just to get a prescription for heavy-duty sleeping pills.
The doctor had warned him strictly that if the pills failed, he would need inpatient neuro-therapy.
A man with clinical insomnia, suffering so much he couldn't function without narcotics...
After enduring a brutal day of cyberbullying, creep shots, and trending slander...
How could he possibly "pass out the second his head hit the pillow"?!
Chapters (4)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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