When My Scars Became His Weapon

It was supposed to be a simple holiday break. Yet the school’s campus queen batted her lashes at my boyfriend, asking him to help adjust her lab data.

He knew perfectly well that if she got caught, she’d fail the class. But still, he sat beside her and guided her hand as she handled delicate equipment.

I was quietly recording the numbers when she suddenly “slipped” and knocked over the solution.

The sample, worth two million and tied to a national-level research project, was ruined in seconds.

Panicked, she dove straight into my boyfriend’s arms, trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.