Love Has Become a Blade

I met Soren when we were working as extras on a film set.

We connected instantly due to our shared dreams and determination.

From our first meeting, we felt a kindred spirit in each other.

As our feelings quickly intensified, we ended up sharing a $200 basement apartment.

We ate from the same cup of instant noodles.

In that damp, chilly, and messy basement, we worked together to create our small but cozy home.

We would lie there together, dreaming of a bright future.

Things started looking up when our acting careers began to take off.

We made a pact that no matter who reached the top first, we'd always stick together.

Then he got his big break with a supporting male role.

I also caught the eye of a big shot producer thanks to my striking looks.

Just when everything seemed to be going well, he refused to play along with the production team's demands to entertain the investor's daughter, and became a target.

A few days later, he was in a serious car accident.

The circumstances of the crash were highly suspicious.

Terrified, I turned to Fallon for help.

I had been introduced to him by the director who'd taken an interest in me.

He agreed to investigate.

Although for various reasons he couldn't disclose all the information about the other party,

The evidence was clear – Soren had seriously offended someone we couldn't afford to cross.

Not only could he be blacklisted, but his life was also in danger.After carefully considering my options, I looked at Soren lying unconscious in the hospital bed and agreed to Fallon's demands.

I would be his pawn for three years, helping him cultivate connections with various powerful figures.

In exchange, he would ensure a bright future for Soren and cover the enormous medical bills from the car accident.

Although over those years, I was treated as a plaything for his purposes, forced to please countless men in bed, leaving my body broken and ill.

But seeing him soar with the dreams we once shared, how could I have any regrets?

I only lament our unborn child - I was already over three months pregnant when I miscarried...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help the heat rising in my eyes.

I closed my eyes briefly, then looked directly at the loving couple before me.

"Miss Lincoln, you jest."

"What do I have to regret? Even being treated as a mere plaything by someone like Mr. Harrington was more than generous to me."

"As for you two, I wish you a lifetime of happiness together and may you be blessed with children soon."

With that, I ignored Soren's furious gaze.

I took a deep breath and turned to leave.

Once I rounded the corner, I finally collapsed, my vision going black as I fell.

...

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in the hospital.Before my eyes is Fallon's handsome profile.

Seeing me open my eyes, he tosses me a client list for an event.

"This is the last time, right?"

Fallon takes a drag on his cigar and nods.

Surprisingly, this profit-driven business tycoon looks at me with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"Yes, I'll keep my promise and set you free."

"Besides, your body has reached its limit. The attending physician says you have at most a month left. Why don't you tell Soren the truth? He's not only an A-list actor now, but his entertainment company is also thriving. If he knew what you've sacrificed for him, he wouldn't stand idly by."

I listen calmly as he finishes, then take the list of clients I need to entertain.

"Mr. Harrington, I'm dying. Does it really matter anymore... whether I tell him or not?"

Hearing my words, Fallon falls silent for a moment before standing up. "Then here's to our last successful collaboration."

After he leaves.

I pull out the IV, take some painkillers, and prepare to leave.

I bump into Soren and Felicity coming for a prenatal checkup.

I pull my hat low, clutch the bag of medicine tightly, and try to hurry past.

As we cross paths, someone grabs my wrist.I looked up, meeting Soren's cold, indifferent eyes.

"What's the matter? Too scared to even greet your ex-husband? What are you feeling guilty about, Miss Jefferson?"

He gripped my wrist tightly, squeezing the IV needle into my flesh. The pain made my teeth chatter.

Blood soaked through my black sleeve. Soren pulled his hand back in shock, about to check my arm.

Suddenly, Felicity behind him doubled over, clutching her stomach in pain.

I looked at the IV needle piercing through my skin and muscle, gritted my teeth, and yanked it out.