A Tale of Love and Deception

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Ty Lyle

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I was stabbed by a thug when the big screen on the street happened to be playing an interview with the film emperor, Fu Lingze. The reporter asked who I was to him, and he said, "She is my housekeeper." With just that one word, "housekeeper," he erased the ten years of love we had shared. I collapsed in a pool of blood, watching the big screen as he embraced the daughter of a billionaire, smiling with a look of indulgence. Three years later, he burst into my wedding ceremony, kneeling and begging for my forgiveness. I said, "I'm sorry, big star, but I've lost my memory and don't remember what our relationship was." My fiancé immediately played an old video: "Baby, look, he said with his own mouth that you are his housekeeper."

Betrayal Sweet Romance

Chapter 8

09-27 14:59

Chapter 1

When I was stabbed by the thug, the giant screen on the street was coincidentally broadcasting an interview with the movie star, Brenden.

The reporter asked who I was to him, and he replied, "She is my housekeeper."

With that single word, "housekeeper," he erased the ten years of love we had shared.

I lay in a pool of blood, watching the screen where he held the daughter of a billionaire, smiling indulgently.

Three years later, he burst into my wedding chapel, kneeling and begging for my forgiveness.

I said, "Sorry, big star, I have amnesia. I don't remember having any relationship with you."

My fiancé immediately played an old video: "Baby, look, he personally said you were his housekeeper."

On my 26th birthday, I prepared a table full of dishes.

But even by midnight, Brenden hadn't shown up.

When I checked my phone, the trending topic was "Brenden's High-Profile Birthday Celebration for Global Harmony Group Heiress."

It turned out today was also Jennifer's birthday, the daughter of the chairman of Global Harmony Group.

Brenden was busy celebrating with her, ignoring the dozens of messages I had sent him.

In the photo Jennifer posted on Twitter, she looked radiant and happy.

Brenden stood behind her, dressed in white, looking handsome and dashing, his gaze at her incredibly tender.

He hadn't looked at me with such tenderness in a long time.

I had been with him for ten years, watching him grow from a high school boy to an unknown actor, and then into a shining star.

But the entertainment industry had changed him too much.

To become famous, he had to curry favor with the powerful and climb up by any means necessary.

And I, with my ordinary background, was of no help to him.

He became increasingly indifferent to me, sometimes not contacting me for a whole month.

"Let's break up."

I sent him one last message, then blocked and deleted him.

Then I cried my eyes out, downing six bottles of beer by myself.

In the middle of the night, someone suddenly picked me up by the waist. "Dare to break up with me?

Malinda, you've got guts!" I opened my eyes to see Brenden, his eyes bloodshot, his expression fierce, his clothes soaked with the cold dew of the night.

"I've been running around like crazy, didn't even have time to drink water, and drove 300 kilometers to get here..." "Don't touch me! I've already broken up with you."

I struggled hard, but he threw me onto the bed.

His burning kisses fell densely, like burning embers, on my lips, cheeks, neck, and chest... That night, he was utterly wild.

At dawn, he got dressed and leaned on the bed, coaxing me in a deep voice.

"Malinda, I have to attend a film festival today. I'll come back tonight to have dinner with you. I want braised carp."

It was very cold outside. My whole body ached, but I still insisted on walking him downstairs.

I never expected to be surrounded by over ten paparazzi, who took photos like crazy.

In less than half an hour, our photos were trending: "Movie Star Brenden Suspected of Night Meeting with Unknown Girlfriend."

In the photos, I was bare-faced, wearing a bulky black down jacket.

The comments were all scolding me: "Who is this? Punching above her weight!" "There's no way he has such bad taste!" "Who is this nobody?

Stop trying to latch onto him!" Brenden had no response.

He was busy attending the festival and started ignoring my messages again.

Holding my phone, my heart gradually grew cold.

It seemed he didn't want to make our ten-year relationship public.

I would always be his nameless shadow.

He probably wouldn't come tonight.

But I still hoped for a miracle, so I went to the supermarket to buy carp.

On the way, I suddenly saw two old men harassing a schoolgirl in uniform.

A sense of justice made me rush over to stop them. "Let her go! Or I'll call the police!" "Who the hell are you to ruin my fun?"

One of the drunken old men grabbed my collar.

The next moment, I felt a searing pain in my lower back.

He had stabbed me with a fruit knife.

The shock left my mind blank.

At that moment, the Trade Commerce Center across the street was brightly lit, and the 5D naked-eye screen was broadcasting the film festival.

Brenden's face was incredibly handsome as he smiled at the camera and said, "I want to clarify today's rumor-the woman the paparazzi photographed is not my girlfriend. She is my housekeeper. We only have an employer-employee relationship."

Housekeeper.

He said I was a housekeeper.

Our ten years of love collapsed in that moment.

I lay in a pool of blood, my heart broke into a million pieces.