Chapter 1
On Victor Gorman’s 37th time cheating, I was blocked at the door of the studio by Ethan Jensen, an innocent–looking university student majoring in oil painting. “Jennie, after catching Victor cheating for the 37th time, why not try catching me instead?” he said.
He took me to eavesdrop on a conversation between friends, teasing Victor.
“Did you send another anonymous message for Jennie to catch you cheating? Aren’t you tired of directing and acting out your own drama?” one friend laughed.
Victor chuckled. “I just love seeing her fail to catch me and then feel guilty and self–blame. At night, she tries every way to make up for it and cheer me up,” he said.
It turned out that I frequently received anonymous letters from different women, all part of Victor’s orchestrated plan. He deliberately made me suspicious, then accused me of not trusting him, allowing him to get whatever he wanted.
I endured the embarrassment and pushed Ethan away. “Wait until you can get Victor to catch you cheating 37 times before talking,” I retorted.
Later, Ethan actually started sending anonymous messages to Victor: “Jennie says I’m better than you,” he texted.
‘Old man, Jennie’s with me, you can stay home and cry,” he added.
‘Without Jennie, I bet you’re feeling pretty lonely tonight, huh?”
Once again, I received an anonymous message saying that Victor had been cheating on me at the art academy.
I rushed to the art school, only to be pulled into the surveillance room by Ethan, a pure and innocent male student from the oil painting department.
Jnexpectedly, I saw Victor and a friend mocking me in the studio:
‘What anonymous message did you send Jennie this time?”
‘I don’t believe Jennie will fall for it every time. She’s not stupid,” the friend laughed.
Victor unlocked his phone carelessly and showed his messages to his friend.
The friend chuckled and gave Victor a thumbs up.
“You’re ruthless,” he said. “Anyone else would have exploded. Wait, is this photo real?”
Victor casually twirled a paintbrush between his fingers. “Of course it’s photoshopped. I never planned to actually cheat. Just playing around, adding some excitement to a dull relationship.”
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“If the photo were real, how would I accuse her of not trusting me, make her feel guilty, and then get her to do whatever I want at night? Then, she’ll wake up early to make me a heart–shaped breakfast?” Victor added.
I stood in the surveillance room, stunned, my body shaking with anger.
An hour ago, I received an anonymous message:
“Jennie, you’re getting old. What right do you have to compete with me?”
“Your man is drawing my naked body in the studio.”
“He says my body looks better than yours, that I’m younger, and I know how to please him better.”
I’d failed to catch him cheating 36 times, and if it had only been the anonymous messages, I wouldn’t have believed it. But this time, there was a photo.
The woman’s body in the photo was blurred, but the man was unmistakably my fiancé, Victor.
The image was too provocative, and I rushed over in fury, only to discover that it was the truth.
The friend was still joking around.
“Wait until Jennie bursts in and sees you’re painting me.”
“Still fully dressed, too. You’d really have a reason to accuse her of not trusting you.”
“Even if Jennie shows you the photo and asks for an explanation, as long as you prove it’s photoshopped, you have every right to stay silent, sulk, and make her feel guilty. She’ll definitely try to make it up to you. This move is
genius.”
‘Don’t you worry, though, about one day when the truth comes out and Jennie and you are finished?” his friend
asked.
Victor laughed indifferently. “She loves me too much to leave over something so small.”
‘Besides, as long as she doesn’t know, what’s the problem? And I’m clean; I haven’t actually cheated. Our families. are close, childhood friends. Her parents are totally fine with me. If the truth comes out, my family and hers will persuade her to let it go.”
‘After all, we’re getting married in a little over a month,” he added with a laugh.
Haha, he was playing me for a fool, watching me go crazy, get anxious, and feel guilty, trying to make him happy.
Was this just a small matter?
If I hadn’t heard it with my own ears, I would never have believed these words could come from Victor, my childhood friend.
I bit my lower lip, blood welling up. The tears of sadness and humiliation were uncontrollable.
If I married him, would I spend the rest of my life in hell?
I absolutely could not marry him.
Ethan pushed me against the wall in the surveillance room. “Jennie, have you seen clearly now? Don’t marry him.”
“Jennie, after catching Victor cheating 37 times, why not try catching me instead?” he said.
I swallowed my embarrassment and pushed Ethan away. “We’ll talk about that when you can make Victor catch me cheating 37 times.”
It was just something I said in anger.
I never expected Ethan to pull out his phone.
“Click.”
He took a selfie of himself holding me against the wall and anonymously sent it to Victor:
“Old man, what right do you have to compete with me?”
After sending it, he maliciously grinned at me. “Jennie, you said it yourself.”
‘If I made him come catch you cheating, you will agree to be my girlfriend.”
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
