Chapter 1

During our vacation in the Mediterranean, Enoch Robertson's girlfriend sent him a selfie in a bikini, asking him to bring one back for her. Infuriated, I accused her of being shameless and having no sense of decency.

Later that afternoon, a video of me showering went viral online. Panicking, I grabbed my phone and went to find Enoch, only to overhear him and his friends talking by the bathroom door.

"Enoch, you’re really going all out this time," one friend said. "The photos you shared in the group before were way too tame."

"But aren’t you worried that Sage Woods might break up with you when she finds out? Even though the video only shows a side profile, everyone who knows her can easily recognize it's Sage."

Enoch dismissed their concerns, saying, "She’s head over heels for me. She’s threatened to break up ninety-nine times, and each time she begs me to take her back. Now that she’s exposed to everyone, she’ll just cling to me even more."

He continued, "Anyway, she had it coming. Charlotte just asked me to buy her a bikini, and Sage called her shameless. Charlotte is such a sweet girl; I’d never talk to her like that. Who does Sage think she is? It’s about time she learned her lesson."

Feeling sickened, I pressed my lips together, my body trembling uncontrollably. Throughout our three-year relationship, everyone had initially warned me to stay away from Enoch, saying he’d never leave Charlotte, his true love, whom he’d been devoted to for four years.

As I was about to give up, Enoch confessed his feelings and became the picture-perfect boyfriend, always putting me first. He would prepare comforting snacks when I wasn’t feeling well and remember to take me out to try delicious meals he discovered.

During intimate moments, Enoch would repeatedly tell me he loved me. He had a peculiar habit of liking to take pictures and videos. When I discovered this, he promised to delete them, assuring me they made him feel closer to me.

After his relentless pleading and reassurances of privacy, I reluctantly agreed. I never imagined that on the first day of our Mediterranean trip, after a heartfelt moment, I'd casually pick up Enoch’s phone to order food and notice a message alert from someone named "Char Char."

I opened it and saw a picture of Charlotte in a bikini accompanied by a voice message.

"Enoch, I just got home and heard you're in the Mediterranean. The bikinis there are really good quality. Could you get me another one?"

Noticing Enoch’s nickname for Charlotte, my discomfort grew, and I replied curtly, "Miss Perry, Enoch is my boyfriend. Sending revealing photos at night is quite disgraceful."

After a long pause, a voice message came back with a tearful apology. Enoch gently touched my hair, explaining that Charlotte was like a little sister from next door, and I shouldn’t be jealous because he had gone shopping with her when both families visited the Mediterranean previously.

Yet, because Charlotte had cried, Enoch shared my shower video online to appease her. Behind the bathroom door, Enoch continued discussing my body with his friends, and I felt as though I was floating above, disoriented, unable to breathe.

Somehow, I stumbled out of the hotel and flagged down a cab, where I burst into tears. I couldn’t understand how someone who professed his love for me while holding me close could betray me so deeply.

I had sacrificed the chance to travel abroad for a research project with Valerie, my best friend, all for Enoch. Even when Valerie warned me he wasn’t a good match, I rashly cut off contact with her for three years.

Filled with regret, I shakily dialed Valerie’s number. Overwhelmed by humiliation and unease, I hung up after the first ring, unsure of how to share my disgrace and fearing her ridicule.

Chapter 2

Before long, the screen lit up, and with a heavy heart, I pressed answer. Valerie's worried voice came through the phone.

"Sage, you stubborn girl! Why didn't you tell me about something this big? I just left the lab and saw a message from our class rep saying there's a viral bathroom video online, and the girl looks just like you. I was planning to call you when you called me."

Her words brought me to tears, and I sobbed uncontrollably, letting all my grievances and pain pour out.

"Enoch Robertson is unbelievable, Sage. Don't worry, you've got me. Come over and see me."

After hanging up, Goldie, the driver, handed me a tissue and asked me in English where I wanted to go. The car had been wandering aimlessly for half an hour.

Just then, Enoch's distinctive ringtone sounded.

"Sage, where did you go? I came out of the restroom and couldn't find you. Something came up last minute, so I changed the flight to tonight. Please come back so we can pack and head to the airport. On second thought, just tell the driver to go straight to the airport; we'll meet there."

I swallowed hard, fighting the lump in my throat.

"Okay."

Once at the airport, Enoch hurried over as soon as he saw me, pulling me with him to check in for the flight.

Even when we finally sat on the plane, I was still in a daze.

I've never seen Enoch, who usually loves to procrastinate, board so quickly, and it's his first time packing his own luggage. Usually, I'm the one who packs while urging him to hurry up.

It wasn't until then that Enoch realized something was wrong and looked at my red, swollen eyes, asking what had happened.

I stayed silent.

With concern written all over his face, Enoch reached out as if to hug me, but I pulled away.

"Sage, what's gotten into you now? Yes, I promised a week in the French Riviera with you before heading back, but something urgent came up, so we have to return. I'll take you on another trip next time, okay? Can you stop being so difficult?" He seemed to notice his harsh tone and softened his voice, "Sweetie, please say something, will you? You're making me worried."

With a bitter smile, I opened my phone and showed him the bathroom video that had topped the trending list.

Seeing the video, a flicker of guilt passed through Enoch's eyes.

"It's just a video, right? I've already asked Axel to take care of it. Don't let it get to you. To me, you'll always be the best. Ignore what those people online are saying."

His righteous words made my skin crawl.

I remembered their conversation in the hotel bathroom.

"Bro, the comments on Sage Woods's bathroom video are all sleazy. She's such a conservative girl. If she finds out her video is going viral, she’ll lose it."

Enoch stayed silent for a while, and then Charlotte's voice suddenly chimed in.

"Brother Enoch, it's my fault. I deserve Sage's anger. You should have that video taken down. I don't mind facing a bit of hardship as long as you two are okay."

Upon hearing Charlotte's teary voice, Enoch quickly comforted her.

"Charlotte, you're too kind-hearted. If Sage dares to call you indiscreet, I'll make sure everyone online calls her shameless. She brought this on herself, the way she talks."

There was a time when wearing a knee-length skirt to dinner with colleagues would infuriate Enoch. He thought it was too revealing and didn’t want me being seen by others.

Now, just to appease Charlotte, Enoch personally released my video for the whole world to see, allowing me to be scorned by strangers.

Our love has turned into a joke, but I'm thankful it's not too late to realize it.