My Girlfriend Pretended to Be Poor and Cheated, Saying It Was a Test

During the college entrance exams, my girlfriend was in debt for three million and was being bullied by a villain. To save her, I begged the villain on my knees and even signed a contract to sell myself.

I worked for the villain while borrowing money and selling property, just to help her repay the debt.

But she turned around and booked a private room at the city's most upscale KTV, passionately kissing my cousin.

I confronted her in anger.

She held a glass of red wine, smiled, and said, "If you love me, you should tolerate everything about me. If you can't handle this small test, you're not worthy of being my boyfriend."

It turned out she wasn't in debt.

It turned out the villain was her friend.

In the end, I was tortured to death by the villain.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I signed the contract to sell myself.

***

"Jimmy, I'm hungry. I want something good."

"We've been looking at real estate agents all day, and my legs are about to break."

Mya Barnes and Chris Lane came back exhausted, their legs feeling weak.

In my past life, I foolishly thought they had genuinely looked for a job all day and rushed to the kitchen to cook.

It was not until the night before my death that I realized every time they went out, they were either indulging in food, drink, and entertainment, or heading straight to the hotel.

Mya never let me touch her, always saying she'd save herself for marriage.

So now, I was sitting on the sofa, motionless, playing on my phone.

"Jimmy!

"I said I'm hungry! Why aren't you listening to me?"

Mya snatched my phone away, frowned, and said unhappily.

"I'm tired from work today. You can cook for yourself."

I took back my phone and looked at Mya coldly, catching a hint of the scent of intimate activities between men and women, which made me feel nauseous.

They spent my money all day enjoying themselves and came back wanting me to cook. They really know how to enjoy life.

"What do you mean?"

Mya got angry on the spot, put her hands on her hips, and shouted, "What happened to your promise to support me for life and obey me? It's only been a few days, and you're already impatient."

After hearing this, I really wanted to punch Mya's face until it was flat.

In my past life, I kept my promises.

Mya said she was unemployed and needed to move in with me, so I helped her move overnight and took care of her meticulously.

I'd think for a long time about spending eight dollars on a bowl of noodles, but when she wanted durian, cherries, or expensive cosmetics worth thousands, I let her have her way without hesitation.

Later, she cried, saying she was scammed and owed three million to Abel Ryan, a nightclub owner. I begged Abel and even sold myself to repay the debt.

Every day at the nightclub, I was subjected to abuse, doing all the dirty and exhausting work. Anyone who didn't like me could slap me.

I finally discovered that Mya and Abel were in cahoots, claiming it was to test my true heart.

In summary, I was really blind in my previous life, thinking Mya was great and a little pitiful.

"That's right, I'm impatient. But are you loyal to me?"

I asked coldly.

Mya seemed surprised by my question, momentarily stunned, with a flash of panic on her face.

But she quickly put on a look of grievance.

I sneered inwardly. Mya's acting skills were really impressive. She could outshine all the young actresses in the entertainment industry.

"Jimmy, how can you bully a young girl like this? Don't you want to get married? Apologize quickly."

Chris, seeing the situation, quickly shifted the focus and spoke up for Mya.

"What? Are you feeling sorry?"

I narrowed my eyes.