He Ditched Me in My Game

After Nolan left, I stayed.

Everyone thought I was dead either way.

I slipped into a blind spot in the cameras. There was a door.

I went through it—and suddenly, I could see everything. The game. The real world.

All of it.

The $1 billion Nolan spent? Already sitting in my account.

Seriously?

My own husband didn't even recognize the game I'd spent ten years building.

He'd said it over and over: "You don't get games. Stop messing with projects. I'm not putting a cent into you. Quit wasting time and stay home—learn how to cook."

The day before launch, all the data got wiped.

Nolan wouldn't even check the cameras. He shut my team down on the spot and erased everything I'd built.

I never thought my game would come back like this.

I watched my balance climb and smiled.

Nolan had no clue every dollar spent in here landed in my account.

And now? I could walk out anytime.

I knew every level. Every move.

The next day, the spender leaderboard reset—and everyone showed up again.

Most of them looked wrecked. Bleeding, drained, barely standing.

I blended into the crowd.

Across from me, Bianca locked onto me, eyes wide. "You're not eliminated?"

I let out a short laugh. "What, you that eager to see me dead?"

Bianca choked, eyes going glossy as she looked at Nolan. "Nolan, I was just surprised. I didn't think Serena would twist it again."

He rubbed her head, his expression softening.

Then he turned to me, ice-cold. "Serena, our marriage was arranged. I drew your name. I've tried to be a decent husband, but the only person I love is Bianca. You split us up once. This time, let us be."

The nerve.

All I felt was disgust—and like I didn't even know him.

Yeah, ours was arranged.

But I really loved him. That's why I swapped every name in the drawing for mine.

Because I loved him, when his parents died and he had no power in the inheritance fight, I begged my parents to help him.

When Nathan tried to get him killed and he almost died at sea, I was the one who saved him.

All I had was a distress signal, but I still refused to eat or drink on that ship. I pushed it until the crew had no choice but to keep searching.

That's how they found Nolan—stranded on a deserted island.

He was barely alive—completely dehydrated. I cut my wrist and fed him my blood.

Half-conscious, he opened his eyes. Saw my swollen, red eyes. The blood on my wrist.

For the first time, he looked at me gently. His voice was rough. "Silly girl. Saving me like that—you don't care about yourself?"

I held him and sobbed, barely able to breathe. "Nolan, don't leave me. Please don't let anything happen to you."

He hooked his pinky with mine and smiled. "Relax. I'm not going anywhere."

But later, when Bianca needed blood after a car crash, Nolan dragged me to the hospital in the rain—even though I had a fever—just to bleed me for her.

They'd already taken 200 milliliters. The nurse saw how pale I was and hesitated.

Nolan shoved her aside and kept it going.

"Serena, you saved me with your blood once. You can save Bianca too. Just this once. I won't divorce you."

After that, I was basically her blood bank.

The life-or-death moment that once tied us together turned into my nightmare.