After Being Exposed, She Broke Down!

Before starting college, I had been kidnapped.

One evening, after a day of shopping and grabbing a late-night snack, I found myself waiting on the deserted street for my ride.

A van suddenly pulled up in front of me.

I was blindfolded and dragged into the vehicle. Expecting the worst, I was shocked when the kidnappers neither harmed me nor demanded a ransom.

They took me to a river and threw me in.

Not knowing how to swim, I flailed desperately, sinking fast. Just as I was about to drown, someone pulled me out and dragged me back to shore.

At that moment, Lydia's face, marked with acne scars, looked like an angel to me.

She explained that her family couldn't afford her college tuition and planned to marry her off to an elderly village fool for the marriage gift. Overwhelmed by despair, she had decided to end her life by jumping into the river.

Seeing me struggle, she thought it would be better to save me first before going through with her own plans.

She pretended to jump, but I stopped her.

I promised to support her financially and take care of her needs.

When I learned that we'd both been accepted into the same university, I was thrilled.

I arranged her accommodation, gave her a secondary bank card, and used my summer break to teach her how to drive.

But as soon as the school year started, she began flaunting my sports car and using my card to buy luxury items for our classmates.

She even told everyone that I was just the daughter of her maid.

She claimed that because I had been kidnapped before, she could help mislead any potential threats.

I thought her reasoning made sense, so I went along with it.

Lydia frequently came to me in tears, saying her family was pressuring her to marry.

As her close friend, I generously gave her an extra 50 thousand dollars annually to help her escape her family's demands.

She would often complain that no one liked me in the dorm and that my roommates spoke poorly of me behind my back, and to defend me; she would frequently argue with them.

Since I preferred solitude, I moved into the apartment my parents had bought for me.

Lydia then spread rumors that my private life was chaotic and that I had moved out to make it easier for my "sugar daddy" to visit.

Freed from my presence, she ramped up her act as the ultimate socialite.

Gradually, I began to feel disconnected from campus life, immersing myself solely in my art.

I was even removed from the class group chat, and Lydia became the go-between for all notifications.

During the last semester, she forgot to inform me of an exam date, causing me to fail the course.

Before I could even be upset, she was already crying and apologizing.

I had believed only she had my best interests at heart. In hindsight, I realized I was nothing but a total sucker.

Thankfully, fate gave me another shot at life.