The Day I Died, My Boyfriend Was With Another Woman

On the day I died, my boyfriend was with another woman.

He was a man I had rescued from the clutches of rich women.

My condition was for him to be my boyfriend for three years, and he agreed.

I showered him with money, resources, and connections, single-handedly making him famous.

Yet, while he told me we could not date publicly, he casually engaged in fake romance rumors with others for publicity.

One of his rumored girlfriends even came to me with a voice message.

"If it weren’t for using her as a stepping stone, who would bother with someone so dull and boring?"