Part 1The Billionaire's Fake Mistress and the Real Price of Jealousy

In the third year of my marriage to the stoic heir of a Beijing dynasty, I got pregnant.

Just as I was planning to surprise him, I received a nude photo.

"I slept with your best friend."

"Honestly, it was amazing."

Before I could even process it, a barrage of bullet comments (danmu) suddenly floated before my eyes.

[He didn't sleep with her. The male lead just wants to make you jealous, to make you love him more.]

[Exactly. Who told you to care about work all day and ignore our crown prince? He just wants you to give up your career, rely on him, and be inseparable from him.]

[Female lead, just coax him a little. Shed a few tears and say you're jealous, and he'll give you his life!]

I didn't want his life. Instead, I went to the hospital.

"Doctor, I don't want the baby anymore."

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The bullet comments that were just persuading me went crazy:

[The child is innocent! The male lead didn't make any principled mistakes; your move is too vicious!]

[Is it necessary?! The male lead just used the wrong method because he loves you too much. Why take it out on an innocent little life? It won't kill you to go soft on him!]

[How did our poor male lead end up with such a female lead? She acts like a villainess.]

[Saying it again: The male lead has only slept with you. He can only get hard for you.]

I ignored the comments, crumpled the form in my hand, and threw it into the trash can.

Adrian stopped right in front of me.

"What are you doing at the hospital?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Didn't sleep well last night, have a bit of a headache."

After receiving that photo and message on my phone, I sat withered in the living room all night, calling him countless times, but he didn't answer.

The comments said Adrian didn't sleep either. He swirled his red wine, listening to the pleasant ringtone, waiting for it to ring and hang up automatically, repeatedly.

He was enjoying my anxiety, my pain, my madness for him.

As if only this could prove I loved him.

Hearing my words, the corners of Adrian's mouth curled up in pleasure.

He spoke as if granting charity: "Alright, I promise you, I won't stay out overnight anymore."

I didn't speak, rubbing my slightly dizzy head.

Just as I was about to leave, I found Adrian staring straight at me, as if expecting something.

Comments:

[Quick, shed some tears! Hug him with red, aggrieved eyes and say you're jealous, that seeing him holding another woman hurts your heart to death.]

[Look how bright the male lead's eyes are; he's practically begging you to say it.]

[If the female lead says 'I love you' right now, the male lead will probably faint from happiness.]

I took a deep breath, pretended not to see, and continued walking.

Suddenly, Adrian grabbed my hand, his face looking a bit unwell.

"Vivian, don't you have anything to say to me?"

I looked him in the eye and asked, "What do you want me to say?"

He got angry. "Are you a block of wood? Sometimes I really want to rip open your heart and see what's inside."

Comments:

[Female lead, I advise you to say your heart is full of him right now. It might coax him well.]

Expressionless, I took out my phone, pulled up their bed photo, and held it in front of his eyes.

"Adrian, what are you trying to do?"

He was stunned for a moment, then his eyebrows raised.

"It was just a punishment for losing Truth or Dare. If you're jealous, in the future..."

"Have you considered my feelings?" I interrupted him, my heart sour.

His mood improved, his voice tinged with pleasure.

"It was a prank, just a joke. Is such a big reaction necessary?"