Chapter 5

Soon, my brother developed a fever, which terrified my parents. They wanted to rush him to the hospital, but I managed to persuade them otherwise.

I told them this fever would soon pass, and they would have a normal son.

My parents hesitated, hardly daring to believe.

After all, my brother had been intellectually disabled for over twenty years!

To keep Brittany from suspecting anything, I continued to feign illness. I SnapChatted her:

“Can you bring me lunch?”

She didn’t even bother to pretend anymore. “Don’t you have hands? You think people are your mom?”

“I thought we were best friends, but why are you treating me like this now that I’m sick?”

“Best friends, my ass! I’ve been sick of you for ages! We’re done!”

“What did I ever do to you?”

The message went out, but it came back with a red exclamation mark.

She had blocked me.

I immediately screenshotted the chat and posted it on Ins.

“My best friend won’t even bring me food when I’m sick and cut off our friendship. Is it wrong for me to feel heartbroken?”

Instantly, my Ins comments section buzzed with discussions.

“She’s actually like that behind the scenes? No wonder…”

“This woman is such a drama queen, two-faced. Who would ever be friends with her?”

…

Besides that, I received many comforting messages from “little angels.”

An hour later, a pounding knock echoed at the door.

Brittany, her face full of impatience, opened the door and tossed the meal onto my desk.

“There, happy now? You’re so much trouble.”

“And I’m telling you, delete that Ins post right now, or I’ll rip your mouth off!”

She threw it so hard that the soup and rice spilled across my desk, dripping onto the floor.

I captured the scene with my phone and posted it on Ins again.

“My best friend intentionally spilled my food on my desk and threatened to rip my mouth off if I kept talking. What should I do?”

“Can this friendship even continue?”

The comments below piled up, calling her a gangster and giving her the nickname “Mouth Ripper.”

She became infamous overnight. Mention her name, and everyone would respond with sarcasm.

My phone started ringing off the hook.

It was Brittany, furious, spitting mad. She called to reach me.

But I expressionlessly hung up and blocked her number.

I secretly went to the hospital to check on her boyfriend, Jason, who was still recovering from his initial illness.

Brittany was there, clutching her phone tightly.

“She’s ruining my reputation!”

“That b****! I hate her!”

Jason comforted her.

“It’s okay, baby. The master said the life swap is in progress. Just a few more days, and I’ll have her fortune. Then we’ll never be short on cash.”

“I’ll buy you houses, cars, planes, yachts! Will you still be mad about such small things then?”

Brittany was captivated by the pipe dream he was spinning, holding her breath.

“Hubby, you have to promise me you’ll love me forever.”

“Of course, I will.”

A cold laugh echoed in my heart.

Too bad their wishes were destined to fall flat.

In this world, nothing truly comes for free.

After all, every destined gift already has its price marked in the shadows.

Soon, Jason was discharged from the hospital.

The life swap was a success.

They walked hand in hand, ecstatic.