Part 3The Plagiarist's Downfall

I returned to my rented apartment.

A 900-square-foot place, neither big nor small, warmly and comfortably decorated by me.

On the old walls were photos arranged in the shape of a heart.

Photos of Sean and me.

Except every single one was secretly taken by me and developed. He never agreed to take a photo with me.

He also refused to post about me on his social media, and on anniversaries, he would purposely give me the silent treatment and disappear.

Over the years, I paid the rent and utilities, and I basically covered the costs of eating out and shopping.

I immediately contacted the landlord to terminate the lease, bearing the pressure of paying the penalty fee.

I threw away what needed to be thrown away and packed up as quickly as possible.

Just as I was busy working, there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door and found Sean and Chloe.

"Vivian, are you moving?"

As soon as Chloe entered, she hypocritically held my hand. I pulled my hand out with a cold face.

Sean looked at me coldly, the disdain between his brows obvious.

"Moving? As far as I know, her dad died of an illness a long time ago. All the money she worked so hard to earn from writing over the years went to pay off her dad's medical debts.

"She probably aches over the $2,000 monthly rent for this place. If she moves, she can only afford those shabby, single-room dorms."

I looked at him expressionlessly: "What do you want?"

Sean spoke with disgust: "Apologize to Chloe and publicly admit that you plagiarized."