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Take Him Away, Bitch

Take Him Away, Bitch

Balancing Act

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"My fiancé bribed a psychologist to hypnotize me into becoming his sister. Because his first love is dying, he wants to fulfill his youthful dream. I quietly watched them show off their love, flaunting their entrance into high society, getting married in Shangri-La, and using my money to pave the way for his first love's dream of becoming a star... Netizens called them a 'model couple.' They both gained fame and fortune, and their careers soared, making a fortune. After having his fun, my fiancé wanted to come back and marry me, to inherit the Xu family's business. I threw out the marriage certificate and said, 'I'm already married.' My fiancé knelt before me like a mad dog, confessing and crying bitterly. I knocked him out and packaged him up to send to his first love. 'Trash, not accepted.'"

Chapter 1

1

Three days before the wedding, I uncovered my fiancé's scheme.

"I want Cindy to lose her memory for three months and think she's my sister. My first love is sick. I need to make her dream come true. Since Cindy trusts you, I'll transfer two million to your account once it's done, plus a house abroad."

The sprawling villa was warm, but I felt like a frozen statue.

My fiancé had sent me away on some pretext to discuss my condition with my therapist.

I still remembered his doting expression moments earlier.

"You're about to be my wife, the closest person to me in the world. Of course I want to know everything about you," he had said.

But I forgot to mention something.

My phone was in his bag, connected via Bluetooth.

I thought he genuinely loved me and wanted to understand my past. Instead, he was plotting against me behind my back.

2

My fiancé, Webster Russell, was a prodigy at Astral University, and his romance with his first love was legendary, the campus's ideal couple.

They later broke up-one went abroad, the other stayed local.

My roommate back then was shipped with their relationship. When they split, she stayed up all night in our dorm, spinning a ten-thousand-word fanfic and crying her eyes out.

I was consumed by my experiments and never cared about such things until Webster suddenly pursued me with relentless intensity.

Austin Williams, my uncle, was unhappy about me being the heir to the Williams family and constantly made things difficult. I needed a marriage partner, and Webster fit the bill.

But over three years, I truly fell for him.

My mom and dad passed away early, and my relatives always eyed me with greed. No one had ever treated me with the gentle care Webster showed, like a ray of sunlight in winter.

I treasured him deeply.

But now, I wanted nothing to do with him.

3

"What are you thinking about?" Webster appeared beside me, stroking my hair affectionately.

I suppressed the nausea in my chest and looked up at him.

Anger and resentment clawed at my heart. I wanted to demand why he was doing this to me.

If he had been honest and admitted he couldn't let go of his first love, I would have canceled the wedding.

But he was toying with me like I was a fool.

Were my feelings worth so little?

What was I to him? What were these three years?

I opened my mouth, my voice hoarse and strained. "Webster, do you really want to marry me?

Of course. You're the girl I've always dreamed of marrying. Are you stressed out lately? Spending too much time in the lab? Get some rest, okay?" Webster coaxed me with gentle patience.

His eyes were so sincere and warm that I wondered if I had imagined everything.

I wanted to ask him what those words meant.

"So just now-"

Before I could finish, his phone rang, cutting me off. Webster answered, his face turning serious.

"Cindy, something came up at the company. I have to go. Take your meds, alright?"

Watching Webster's retreating figure, I saw him nearly trip in his haste, as if something urgent had come up.

I called his assistant.

"Everything's normal at the company. Mr. Russell hasn't been here," the assistant said.

After hanging up, I stood rooted to the spot for a long time until my phone pinged with a message.

It was a photo.

Webster, in a white shirt with sleeves rolled up, was gently feeding a woman on a hospital bed some porridge.

The woman was his first love, her delicate face pale.

So that was his urgent matter-taking care of his ex-girlfriend.

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