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Synopsis
My couple's video on TikTok blew up.
Among the sea of congratulations, a comment from a user named "Nina" stood out like a sore thumb.
"Girl, you probably won't believe this, but we're dating the same man!"
I deleted the comment immediately, brushing it off as a troll.
Three days later, Nina sent me a direct message with a screen-recorded video.
In the video, my boyfriend Kyle was on his knees, eyes bloodshot, looking completely wrecked.
"Nina, I swear I didn't mean to hide it from you! Being with Chloe is purely an act. I feel nothing for her!"
"She’s five years older than me, covered in wrinkles, and honestly smells like an old folks' home! How could I ever actually want her?!"
"She’s just a desperate old hag! She threatened to end her life if I walked away, refusing to let me go!!"
"Girl, do you believe me now? I'm not lying to you!"
"We really are sharing the same boyfriend..."
Nina's texts kept buzzing on my screen.
My hands shook so hard I could barely hold my phone. My mind went completely blank.
I sank onto the couch, paralyzed and lost.
In that video was Kyle—the man I lived with, the face I knew by heart.
The same Kyle who had never once lowered his head or swallowed his pride in front of me.
Yet there he was, caught red-handed, kneeling on the floor, begging another woman for forgiveness.
And tearing me down to absolute garbage.
"Nina, I swear I didn't mean to hide it from you! Being with Chloe is purely an act. I feel nothing for her!"
"She’s five years older than me, covered in wrinkles, and honestly smells like an old folks' home!”
“How could I ever actually want her?! Every second I spend with her makes me sick to my stomach!"
"She’s just a desperate old hag! It’s her! She threatened to kill herself if I left! She's the one clinging to me like a leech, and I just couldn't shake her off!"
"Nina, look at how well I treat you! I buy you designer bags, luxury clothes, and hand you thousands in spending money. Are you still going to question my love for you?"
Every single word was a dagger straight through my chest.
He didn’t even have a job. I had supported him for five whole years.
I gave him five thousand dollars in allowance every single month, yet he cried poor in front of me every day.
And all this time, he was using my money to play Prince Charming for someone else?
He said I was wrinkled, said I smelled old, and claimed every moment with me made him sick...
Yet once upon a time, he used to cup my cheeks with utter devotion in his eyes.
"Chloe, you look like you're forever eighteen."
"Who cares if you're older? I'll take care of you. With me, you can be my baby girl for the rest of your life."
Along with that last line I had always conveniently brushed aside:
"So, Chloe, do you think you could bump up my allowance just a little?"
I had never doubted Kyle's love for me.
Even though he always acted superior, even though he never apologized when we fought.
He always waited for me to apologize first, waiting for me to wire him cash just to coax a smile onto his face.
The one who is loved always has the upper hand, right?
I knew he loved money, but I firmly believed he loved me more.
Otherwise, with so many wealthy women out there, why stay with me for five whole years?
A week ago, I secretly posted a couple's video on TikTok.
The bouquet of red roses he bought me looked so bright and vibrant.
Drunk on happiness, I wrote the caption:
"When you're with the right person, every day is Valentine's Day! Dating a younger guy is pure bliss. Five years together, and it still feels like the honeymoon phase!!"
The video went viral, and the comment section was overflowing with blessings for our age-gap romance.
"OP is so lucky. Finding such a devoted younger guy in today's hookup culture is rare."
"Five months might just be infatuation, but five years is definitely true love!!"
"Age is just a number! This sister-brother romance is so sweet!"
And right in the middle of all that warmth...
Nina's comment threw ice water over everything.
"Girl, you probably won't believe this, but we're dating the same man!"
Her comment was quickly upvoted to the top, with thousands of users grabbing popcorn waiting for drama.
I deleted it without a second thought.
"I know my man. He would never do something like that!"
"The internet is full of clout-chasers. Why should I make my boyfriend defend himself over a stranger's comment?""Girl, are you still there??"
Nina’s message yanked me out of my spiraling thoughts.
I forced myself to breathe, typing back with trembling fingers.
"So, what is this? A power move? Or... are you mocking me?"
She replied almost instantly.
"Neither. We’re both victims here. I just wanted you to see what kind of scumbag he really is."
Kyle's... true colors...
The front door clicked open. Kyle strolled into the apartment casually.
"Chloe, let's get sushi tonight. I'm craving it!"
I lifted my head, staring straight into his eyes.
There wasn't a trace of guilt in his gaze. It was as if the man begging on his knees in that video had nothing to do with him.
Even with the evidence laid out before me, a part of me refused to accept it.
I couldn't accept that five years had amounted to nothing more than a scam.
I had given him my whole heart. It wasn't supposed to end like this.
"Why are your eyes red?"
He walked over, his tone completely indifferent.
I shook my head. "Nothing... the wind blew some dust into my eyes."
He nodded and didn't bother asking again.
Wind? Dust? Inside our high-rise apartment?
I used to think he was just emotionally oblivious. Now I realized that rehearsed affection was always skin-deep.
Throughout dinner, his eyes stayed glued to his phone.
After a long silence, I spoke up. "Kyle, let me see your phone."
He frowned slightly. "Chloe, what's wrong with you today?"
"Everyone is entitled to privacy. Are you trying to strip away my dignity? Rob me of my freedom?"
I searched his eyes, praying to find a single flicker of guilt or remorse.
Unfortunately, all I saw was his usual arrogant disdain.
"Kyle, I posted a video on TikTok last week. A user named Nina commented, and she said..."
Slam!
Kyle hurled his fork onto the table, his face twisting with irritation.
"What are you implying, Chloe? You want to interrogate me over some random troll on the internet? You don't trust me?"
"I told you a million times not to post our personal life online! Just live your life!"
"Instead, you go behind my back and post anyway. Do my words mean nothing to you?"
"Aren't you a little too childish? Don't you feel ridiculous?"
"Do you really think you're eighteen? You're in your thirties acting like a teenager showing off online. It's embarrassing!"
I let out a soft sigh.
"Kyle, can you stop getting defensive every single time? I'm just trying to have a calm conversation."
He cut me off, exasperated.
"Chloe, can you stop creating drama out of thin air?"
"I am a person with my own thoughts. Stop trying to control every aspect of my life!"
I took a deep, shaky breath.
"I'm creating drama? I'm controlling you? Kyle, can you say that with a clean conscience?"
"We've been together for five years. You've never posted a single picture of me on Ins. You've never introduced me to your circle of friends. Am I that embarrassing to you?"
"You only show up when you feel like it. You ignore my messages all day, and the only time you act warm is when it's time for your monthly allowance!"
"You don't even have a job. What on earth are you busy with every day? You don't even give me the bare minimum emotional support!"
"Am I dating a boyfriend, or did I hire an escort who charges by the hour?"Kyle’s face instantly darkened.
"Watch your mouth, Chloe! An escort? Are you calling me a freeloader? Trying to humiliate me?"
"Did you forget how you used to cry and beg me not to leave you? Who gave you the audacity to talk to me like this today?"
"Post on Ins? Introduce you to my friends? Lady, you’re in your thirties! You’re not twenty anymore! Can you stop blabbering about romance and validation every day? It’s exhausting!"
I kept my eyes fixed on him, my gaze turning icy cold.
"So you're deflecting because you're guilty?"
He stood up abruptly.
"You're out of your mind! Starting a fight over a random stranger on the internet! You’ve completely lost it!"
"Just spit it out—you resent that I don’t work, right? You resent giving me an allowance? Why beat around the bush?"
"Chloe, don't forget: you offered to give me that money! I never reached into your wallet!"
"If you're so stingy about it, why act like a saint?"
"If you're going to keep throwing tantrums, let's just break up! It's not like you're my only option!"
With that, he stormed out, leaving without a second thought.
I quietly watched his back disappear. This time, I didn't chase after him.
The next day, I met up with Nina. She really was stunning.
Dressed in a cute pink sundress, her hair tied in a playful high ponytail.
Bright, bubbly, and effortlessly charming.
She was exactly Kyle's type.
He always complained that I was too stiff, too serious, too draining to be around.
The young woman linked her arm through mine, her eyes filled with genuine pity.
"Chloe... what did you even see in him?"
I paused, letting out a self-deprecating laugh.
Yeah. What did I even see in him?
"Maybe I loved how cold and dismissive he was."
She let out a soft sigh.
"First, I want to apologize. I hurt you without knowing. That was never my intention. I genuinely had no idea he was in a relationship."
"I’ve known him for two years. He pursued me for a year and a half, and we've been officially dating for six months."
Two years? He really had the patience of a saint for her, didn't he?
I curled my lips into a bitter smirk.
"Don't apologize. You're a victim too. If it wasn't you, it would've been someone else."
"I wouldn't even call myself his girlfriend. He never publicly acknowledged me anyway."
"At best... I was just the older sugar mommy paying his bills..."
Nina was silent for a moment before speaking.
"Kyle pretended to be single. He posed as a wealthy heir."
"With me, he was generous, attentive, sweet—completely flawless."
"Whenever we argued, he apologized first. He spoiled me rotten."
"He bought me designer bags, clothes, high-end makeup. In six months, he sent me over thirty-five thousand dollars through bank transfers, and every single transfer had 'gift' written in the memo."
"If I hadn't stumbled on your video, I might never have found out. His facade was seamless. Not a single crack."
I sat frozen, a heavy stone crushing my chest.See? He wasn't emotionally oblivious. He knew how to lower his head. He knew how to spoil someone.
He just didn't love me.
If Nina was tricked by his handsome facade, what about me?
Aside from the brief period when he chased me, he spent the last few years looking down on me with cold disdain.
Begging for cash like an arrogant parasite, then using my money to court his dream girl.
What was I to him? An endless ATM?
"That scumbag deserves to burn," Nina fumed. "Chloe, you're not staying with him, are you?"
"I think you need to hear the rest of that video."
"Brace yourself."
Nina looked at me worriedly and placed her phone on the table.
On screen, Kyle was still on his knees.
His eyes were red, burning with desperation.
"Nina, as long as you don't leave me, I'll do anything! Even if you want that woman dead, I wouldn't hesitate!"
"Nina, I only stomach being around her for her money, and every single dime went to you!"
"Everything I do is to give you a lavish life! Why can't you see that, Nina?"
"Once I bleed her completely dry, I'll buy us a mansion and luxury cars, and we can live happily ever after!"
"If you wait for me, I'll manipulate her into marriage, take out a massive life insurance policy, and stage a fatal accident. The insurance payout and her entire estate will be ours!!"
My hands clenched so hard my fingernails bit into my palms, but I couldn't feel the pain.
I gave him everything.
And he wanted my life.
Nina gently covered my hand with hers.
"Chloe, are you okay?"
"I didn't send you this part earlier because I was scared you were too blinded by love. I was afraid you'd confront him, and he'd come after me in retaliation."
"Seeing you today showed me you're ready to walk away. That's why I felt safe showing you."
"Chloe, Kyle is far more evil than you realize."
I exhaled slowly, my fingers trembling.
A blur of tears clouded my eyes.
"Yeah. It's time to end this."
Nina pulled a bank card from her purse and pushed it into my hand.
"Chloe, this is the money Kyle sent me—thirty-five thousand dollars in total. I'm giving every cent back to you."
"And all the luxury gifts he bought, I have them packed up for you."
"You're a good person. You don't deserve this."
I shook my head and gently pushed the card back.
"Nina, thank you for telling me the truth. If it weren't for you, I might have stupidly married him and ended up dead."
"You saved my life. Keep the money and the gifts. Consider it the tuition fee I had to pay to see a monster for what he is."
She tried to refuse, but I insisted.
"Alright," Nina said softly. "I'll hold onto it for now. But if you need anything—anything at all—tell me. Let's take this scumbag down together!"
A cold smile curled on my lips.
"Actually, there is something you can help me with."
"Help me put on a show."
Chapters (4)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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