He Sold My Secrets, But I'll Make Him Regret It

When the paparazzi came to extort me with the video, out of respect and a sense of obligation tied to our relationship, I paid ten million to buy the footage and resolve the crisis for him.

At the same time, I asked for a breakup.

I also drew up a formal agreement, demanding that he repay the ten million I had spent to smooth things over within three years.

Then, he wept uncontrollably, giving a passionate speech about his true love for me, refusing to let go.

I couldn't help but laugh at his dramatic display of emotion. “Damon, you made the right choice coming into the entertainment industry. Your acting skills outshine the current crop of hot young stars.”

Damon crawled over, laying his head on my lap, looking up at me with those big, pitiful eyes as he pouted. “Elena, I swear, I’m really serious about you. You know, breaking this bad habit will take time. Please, give me some time, I’ll change…”

I looked down at his soft, messy hair, instinctively reaching out to touch it, but I quickly pulled my hand back.

In the past, every time he messed up, he’d act like a clingy puppy, and each time, I’d cave.

But not this time.

“Before we started dating, I told you clearly. I can tolerate a man who smokes and drinks, but I cannot accept a gambling addict or a man who frequents brothels. What did you tell me back then?”

“You said, ‘Elena, don’t worry. I’ll never have those bad habits. The rumors about me going in and out of casinos were all because my teammates were jealous of your success and deliberately set me up.’”

“Damon, I hate being lied to. I love you, but you still can’t cross my boundaries. I’ll sign the breakup agreement, but the ten million must be repaid within three years. If you have any objections, I’ll involve lawyers and take legal action.”

That day, Damon cried for hours and kept begging, but in the end, he was more afraid of the scandal being exposed and had no choice but to sign the agreement.

This year is the final deadline for the debt.

Damon really stirred up a mess this time—he sure knows how to make a scene!

But I, Elena, am no soft, innocent flower. I’ve always been the kind of person who fights fire with fire, and I’m great at using the same tactics back on them.

I quickly opened TikTok and started a live stream.

Within three seconds, my stream had six million viewers, causing network congestion and delays.

I looked polished, my posture graceful.

“Last night, I had to work late on a project, and I didn’t get much sleep, so I kept you all waiting. I’m sorry, my babies.”

Before I could finish my opening statement, the comments flooded in so fast I couldn’t even read them.

“Elena, don’t be afraid. We’re all here with you. You didn’t do anything wrong, the villains are the ones at fault.”

“I’ll stand guard here and make sure no one dares to blame the victim.”

“Elena, don’t worry, we’ve got your back.”

The comments in the live chat were completely different from the ones on trending topics—full of warmth and kindness.

What I thought would be a tough battle turned into something completely different. Seeing these comments, my eyes welled up.

Yes! Even I, a woman who’s usually tough as nails, cried.

It wasn’t an act, no drama—it was all genuine emotion.

I was moved to tears by the kindness of my fans.

“I’m sorry for taking up public space with my personal issues. Regarding the videos and pictures circulating online, I admit they are of me. However, I had no knowledge of their existence beforehand, and the actions depicted took place during a normal dating period, reflecting a typical relationship. I will use legal means to protect my rights…”

Before I could finish, my live stream was cut off.

Mrs. Shaw, the CEO of the company, stormed in, furious, and began to lecture me. “Elena, are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how serious the consequences are now that you’ve admitted you’re the one in those videos?”

“If I hadn’t admitted it, the media would’ve kept spreading that video, editing it, magnifying the details, and trying to find evidence to prove it’s me. That would cause me even more harm, reopening old wounds that I’ve already healed. It would tear them open, make them bleed again.”

I answered calmly, and Mrs. Shaw was left speechless.

She was more empathetic than the male bosses when it came to matters like this.

Her eyes softened with sympathy and regret as she sighed. “I’m not blaming you. I just think you acted too impulsively. The company’s been in meetings discussing how to handle this, and before making such a decision, you should’ve at least consulted with us. Having a team work together is always better than facing it alone.”

Her tone softened, and the tension in me eased slightly.

I apologized sincerely. “I was being reckless. I just wanted to seize the golden opportunity to handle this while it was still fresh.”