Say No To PUA

My boyfriend, Ian Whitman, failed his entrance examination while I was admitted to Stewart University.

He began to take control of me. "If I hadn't silently sacrificed for her, could she have done so well in her exams?"

Due to Ian's words, I was used by him for a long time. He gained fame and fortune with my works, and I became a free tool for him.

As my mother, Patricia Morgan, became seriously ill, I couldn't even afford to give her ten thousand dollars.

Ian, on the other hand, kicked me out of the house. "You have no value to me anymore, but you still want me to pay for your mother's treatment? Get out!"

I scraped together enough money through various online loans to buy Patricia's grave and headstone.

I returned to Ian's house after giving the last bouquet of flowers at Patricia's grave for the rest of my life.

Ian slept soundly after drinking some mulled wine.

The table was covered with wine bottles and lunch boxes, and the trash was filled with contraceptives that Ian had used up.

I felt extremely disgusted.

I spilled fuel all over the house, took a sleeping pill, threw out the lighter, and closed my eyes as I lay still on the sofa.

The smell of charring filled my nostrils, the smoke was mixed with waves of heat.

Perhaps my life had ended when I became entangled with Ian at the age of seventeen.

When I opened my eyes again, Ian, who was seventeen, was standing in front of me.

"Ellie, I love you, so let's go on a date!"

Ian was holding the flowers in both hands with a look of expectation in his eyes.

I hesitated for a short while and made the same choice as I had in my previous life. "Okay!"

My entanglement with Ian in my previous life began when I agreed to his date.

Ian took care of me in every way possible.

He would bring me lunch in the morning and give me milk between classes.

Ian would carry me to the infirmary when my stomach hurt so severely from menstruation that I couldn't stand up.

I gradually fell into such tenderness at the age of seventeen which I didn't have to give much.

Later, Ian failed his examination, but he told everyone that he was doing too much for me. "It's enough that she did well in the exam. I never asked for anything in return, even though I gave a lot in silence."

The surrounding people nodded in agreement. "Ellie, Ian gave up his future for you. You can't break up with him!"

Ian took the moral high ground, so I didn't dare to argue with him, much less go against his wishes.

As I graduated from college and wanted to go abroad for postgraduate study, Ian told everyone how he had supported me meticulously for my four years of college, and I had abandoned him for a better life.

I had to cancel my graduate school application.

I decided to stay and work at Barnett for better prospects.

Ian moved in with me overnight, saying that he wanted to take better care of me because I worked so hard.

It wasn't until Ian stole my works to publish under his own name that I couldn't help but have the most fierce argument with him ever.

Ian printed leaflets and sent them to my company.

"The bitch ruined my future, cheated me out of my money, and abandoned me!"

This matter caused a lot of uproar.

My colleagues looked at me in a different way, and our client was hesitant. The company didn't fire me but took away all my projects and gradually marginalized me.

Ian took me out of Barnett, submitted my resume for me and found me my next job.

I just felt like I had a new beginning, and I was so grateful to Ian for rescuing me from the mire.

However, I forgot that he was the one who pushed me into the abyss.

"Ellie, your colleagues at work believe everything they say and aren't sincere to you at all. You shouldn't argue with me anymore, and I'll take care of you."

Ian was so good at giving me benefits after he hurt me. I was driven to a nervous breakdown and forced to forgive him over and over again.

He took my works away and became a popular painter. He got millions of followers on the internet and received all kinds of advertising endorsements.

Under Ian's prolonged mind control, I had already regarded him as the only person I could rely on.

Ian took care of me meticulously, ordered takeout for me, and asked me to sit in front of the computer and draw until I ran out of every pencil.

He spent his days out socializing, attending brand events, negotiating partnerships, dressing to the nines.

On the contrary, I sat in the house and looked unkempt, which I had lost most of my hair over an idea.

I drew multiple advertising drawings as requested by Ian. I thought we were working together as business partners and the perfect couple.

When I watched the live streaming of the brand owner, Ian was introducing the product while flirting with the female host.

I deleted all the original scripts like crazy.

However, he slapped me in the face. "It's normal for a man to play with women outside. Ellie, you're no longer young."

I stood across from Ian, who was well-dressed, like a beggar.

Patricia called me. "Ellie, come back to see me. I don't have days to live."

She had colon cancer, and it was already in the late stage when she was diagnosed.

I checked all the money in my phone, but I couldn't scrape up ten thousand dollars, and I realized that all the money was in Ian's hands.

I begged him to lend me half a million dollars so I could draw him lots of scripts and get him more advertising endorsements.

Instead, he kicked me out of the house with my suitcase. "Ellie, I've made a name for myself, and I don't need you anymore, but you still want me to pay for your mother's treatment? Get out!"

If I were going to live again, how could I let him go so easily?