Chapter 2

I stared at my phone screen in disbelief. *This* was how Serena was testing my boyfriend? By immediately slandering me?

I took a few deep breaths, steadying my trembling hands, and quickly typed: "What do you mean? What about my girlfriend?"

Serena quickly sent a 'hug' emoji and replied: "She's tricked you. Don't let her innocent facade fool you. In college, she was notoriously wild, dating several guys at once. Her reputation was ruined long ago."

"To spice things up, she even sought out Black international students. So many classmates saw her going to hotels with several Black guys at once."

"There was even a period when she was constantly battling STIs, had growths down there—ugh, absolutely disgusting—and it took forever for her to get better."

"I know you're about to marry her, but I just can't bear to watch an honest, kind person like you be deceived by a woman like that."

With that, she sent another string of 'kiss' emojis.

*This* was my best friend, spreading vicious rumors about me under the guise of "caring for my well-being"!

I was instantly furious, but I forced myself to calm down. I replied: "Do you have proof of any of this? Don't just make baseless accusations."

But Serena continued to fan the flames: "I have photos and chat logs from her college days. Want to see them?"

How was that possible?!

Before I could ask another question, she immediately dumped a pile of chat logs and photos on me.

I clicked them open, and it *was* me!

But these chat logs had clearly been tampered with and stitched together. Many were even fake conversations using my profile picture.

And the so-called photos were group pictures of me participating in a school international student program, taken with international students.

Packaged by Serena like this, combined with her detailed, seemingly credible story, even matching times and locations – if she sent this to anyone else, it really could fool them.

After all, with "irrefutable proof" right there, who wouldn't believe it?

Rage pushed me to the brink of sadness, of utter despair. I was the clown all along.

I'd been so good to her. I shared every good thing, every good news with her first. I stood by her unconditionally in everything.

Why? Why would she do this to me?

The next second, I had my answer.

Serena seemed to give "Liam" three minutes to process, then continued:

"I know you and your girlfriend, and I know about her hidden past. I totally understand how you must feel right now."

"A trashy girl like that doesn't deserve you. You've been so good to her, and she still doesn't appreciate it."

Then she changed tack: "Hey, handsome, what about me? I've been quietly following you, and my heart aches for you."

"If I had a boyfriend as amazing as you, I'd never cheat. I'd cherish you with all my life."

Hahaha...

I laughed out loud, enraged by this sudden confession. So *that* was it.

Liam was right. She wanted to steal my boyfriend.

To pressure "Liam" into making a quick decision, she even sent several more super revealing, close-up photos—no face, just low-cut tops, legs, and a provocatively posed ass, with the caption:

"I know you're hurting. Come out and relax, forget about that rotten girl."

Liam saw the distraught look on my face and my labored breathing. He quickly took my phone away, telling me to calm down. He raised his hands and swore, "I'd never be interested in a two-faced person like Serena. You're the only woman I love, wife."

"Don't get upset over trash like her."

"Now you've seen her true colors. We'll just cut her out of our lives. Out of sight, out of mind."

I gave a tight smile and patted Liam. "No way! She's coming after *me*. Am I just going to let her get away with biting me?"

I thought for a moment, then replied to her: "Who are you? Why should I believe a stranger's words?"

She immediately replied: "You'll find out when we meet. It'll be a real surprise."

For the next few days, I continued to play the role of the heartbroken and dejected Liam on SnapChat. I'd chat with Serena occasionally, but I wouldn't commit to breaking up.

Serena grew impatient, her messages becoming bolder and more direct: "Hey, big boy, wanna hook up?"

"I'm super obedient, you can do anything you want with me."