Love Vanished, and I'm Not Looking Back

In my previous life, I didn't know what Joseph was up to all day.

All I knew was that he laughed with his phone in his hands every day.

He received a lot of packages, but when I tried to open them, he wouldn't allow me, claiming they were work-related items. I respected his privacy, so I never touched them.

Little did I know that he secretly used my private photos and information to seduce those middle-aged men on the internet.

Indeed, men understand men best. Once a man took the bait, he would become Joseph's prey and never be able to escape.

He downloaded a voice-changing app online and called those men "honey" in such a seductive voice that made their minds go wild. Then, he strategically shared some of my photos. As a result, those men eagerly bought him various luxury items and made large transfers to Joseph on holidays.

Gradually, he realized that he could earn more money this way than working, so he simply quit his job and dated more men.

He told me that he would start a home business, an e-commerce venture without inventory, and I foolishly believed his lies.

But good times didn't last long, as these men weren't fools and demanded to meet Joseph in person.

He didn't dare reveal his true identity, so he kept stalling.

In order to appease those men and prove his sincerity, Joseph began to take pictures of me secretly.

At first, he would buy some schoolgirl uniforms or Lolita outfits for me to try on, pretending it was for buyers' showcases. Then, he started to ask me to wear black stockings and white stockings.

I had a vague feeling that something was off, but I thought maybe it was his way of coping with work stress, and indulging him in some small fetishes wouldn't hurt.

But his online boyfriends became more and more greedy, and those types of photos no longer satisfied them.

Therefore, Joseph decided to go all out and covertly took my pictures when I least expected it.

Those photos were utterly unfit for public viewing, yet he shamelessly sent them to others.

And I knew nothing about it, still thinking he was the boyfriend who loved and cherished me.

Later, my private photos flooded the internet, and everyone denounced me as a "whore."

It wasn't until I saw these photos that I realized that the man I had always trusted was the devil who drove me into hell.

But by then, he had already positioned himself on the moral high ground, acting like a victim and joining the chorus of ignorant people who insulted and condemned me.

Some people even sympathized with him for being cheated by me.

Later, he stopped answering my calls.

The next time I saw him was the day I was pushed off the building.

My soul slowly rose, witnessing him receiving a call from the police.

Reluctantly, he hurried over with a girl he picked up at the bar.

When he saw my body, he wrinkled his brow in disgust.

"I haven't had any contact with this tramp for a long time. Call her parents to collect her body."