My Brilliant Future, Your Rotten Rest

I only felt a dense, throbbing pain spreading from my chest outward.

Everything in front of me became blurry, and I suddenly lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, bright lights were blinding me, and the air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.

"Hailey, you're awake."

My best friend, Jane, was beside me, helping me sit up.

"How do you feel?"

I sensed a moment of hesitation in Jane's voice.

"What happened to me?"

Jane turned to me with a complicated look on her face and let out a heavy sigh.

"You're pregnant."

‘I'm pregnant? Fate really likes to play games with me,’ I thought.

Just when I discovered that Chris was cheating and decided to divorce him, I found out I was having his child.

"Hailey, did something happen between you and Chris? You fainted by the side of the road. If I hadn't happened to look for you, who knows what might have happened."

I slowly raised my head, my mind flooded with everything that had happened these past few days.

"He cheated."

Jane suddenly stood up, gritting her teeth and cursing, "What a bastard! I'm going to tear him apart!"

I reached out to stop her. "Jane, let it go. I don't want anything to do with him anymore. I'll head home first."

7

My documents and work files were still at his villa.

If I was cutting ties, I needed to do it thoroughly.

I couldn’t really keep the child.

Checking the time, Chris should still be at the office.

It would be convenient for me to pack my things and move out.

When I got back home, it had already been cleaned up, looking tidy and neat.

When Chris proposed to me, he bought this place as our future home.

Just as he said, he would make sure I lived a good life.

I looked around at everything familiar with a sense of loss.

Suddenly, I heard a long, lingering sound.

It was a mixture of pleasure and pain, yet familiar— a woman's scream— coming from the bedroom upstairs.

I could clearly hear my own heartbeat, each beat louder than the last.

It felt like something was exploding inside me.

A wave of immense panic enveloped me.

I stiffly made my way upstairs step by step.

On the familiar bed, there were two familiar figures.

"Isn't it thrilling to do it here?"

Jasmine was wrapped herself around Chris's arm, laughing seductively.

"Mr. Davis, open your eyes and look at me. Who do you prefer, me or her?"

The overhead light flashed, illuminating Chris's face filled with desire.

Jasmine straddled him, leaning down to kiss him softly.

"Am I better than her?"

A wave of nausea surged from my stomach.

I leaned against the doorframe and began to retch.

When I regained my composure, the room was deathly silent.

I lifted my head and locked gazes with Chris.

8

"Hailey..."

I clearly saw a flicker of panic in his eyes.

And a hint of an imperceptible thrill.

Expressionless, I took out my phone and recorded the scene.

"Hailey, what are you doing?" Jasmine shrieked, scrambling to her feet.

She hurriedly grabbed some clothes off the floor and lunged at me.

"Delete the photo!"

Her scent hit me as she drew closer,

and my emotions surged violently. I raised my hand and slapped her.

"Stay away from me!

Or don't blame me for sending the photo out."

Jasmine covered her face, glaring at me furiously but didn't dare to move.

"Hailey, just delete the photo."

Chris's obscure gaze was fixed on me.

I sneered. “What right have you got to ask me to do such a thing? Chris, do you still remember what you said to me here three years ago? You said that you will never let me down.”

Chris’s face was pale and his lips trembled, but no words came out.

I looked at his pale face and an indescribable sadness arose in my heart.

Loving someone was like creating a new belief. One would be protecting a deity that might fall at any moment.

When the belief collapsed, it would only leave you with ruins.

Jasmine walked towards me.

“We have done something we shouldn’t have, Hailey. We just had a little bit too much to drink. We didn’t expect things would turn out like this. We... we... just couldn’t control ourselves.”