He Betrayed Me, I Exposed His Secret

Chapter 3

The comments exploded all over again.

A: [Holy s**t! That's proof! He really was with the mistress!]

B: [Take you home? More like take the mistress home! Scumbag!]

C: [Back then, he fought his family for you. Now he's abandoning you for his mistress. A man's love is such a joke!]

D: [Don't cry, Faye. We're on your side!]

A million viewers had heard John's anxious cry with their own ears.

"Lily, don't be scared."

Every last fantasy, every last excuse, was reduced to ashes in that moment.

Faye looked at the man on the screen, the man who had once shielded her from every storm and was now holding someone else tightly in his arms. Suddenly, she let out a low laugh.

She laughed until tears poured down her face.

So even the words "come home," written in blood, had never been meant for her.

Just then, John's call came in.

Faye stared at the name flashing on the screen. That contact name had once carried all her joy, but now it burned her eyes like a red-hot brand.

Her fingertips were icy as she trembled and answered the call.

"Faye, are you done making a scene?"

His voice came through the phone, carrying that familiar displeasure and cold interrogation. There was not the slightest trace of guilt, nor any attempt to comfort her.

The last shred of hope inside her was crushed completely.

"Am I the one making a scene?"

Faye's voice was terrifyingly calm, as if every emotion in her had already burned to ash. "John, tell me. Were you good to me all these years only because my face looks like Lily's?"

"What was I to you? A replacement you could throw away at any time?"

She bit down hard on her lower lip until the rusty taste of blood filled her mouth. Only then did she gather all her strength and scream.

"I am not some prop in whatever twisted game you and Lily are playing!

"And I am not the other woman in your love story!"

There was a brief silence on the other end. When John spoke again, his voice was impatient and evasive.

"Faye, calm down. You're an orphan, so I understand you're sensitive, but have you forgotten that I nearly lost my life for you in the snow?"

Then his tone turned hard. "I'll give you one hour. Come home immediately. Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next."

This again.

He was always like this. He would watch her collapse with perfect calm, then casually blame everything on her background and her so-called immaturity.

And for ten whole years, she had actually doubted herself again and again, lowering herself and compromising each time.

Pain spread densely through her chest, but Faye felt an unprecedented clarity, almost like release.

"I was abandoned on this land the day I was born." Her fingers gently brushed over the cold wooden board beneath her, her voice faint and distant. "When I die, I should rot here too.

"I'm not going back.

"This coffin was bought in a hurry, but it's good. It's quiet. This is my home now."

"Faye!" A trace of panic finally cracked through John's voice, though it sounded more like anger at losing control. "Get out of there!"

He was practically shouting now. "Stay where you are! I'll be there soon!"

The call was abruptly cut off.

The fans in the livestream were both furious and frantic.

A: [How does he still have the nerve to yell at her?! Faye, don't listen to him!]

B: [A coffin... Faye, are you really inside a coffin? Oh my God...]

C: [He said he'll be there soon. Does he know where you are?]

Faye did not answer.

She wiped away the tears blurring her vision and looked out into the endless darkness beyond the window. Her voice was as light as a sigh.

"Do you think... when he gets here, he'll say sorry to me?"