My Lover’s Betrayal with His Niece Made Me Disappear Forever

"Uncle, please don’t get married, okay?"

"I am adopted, we have no blood relation. I can still give you a baby..."

"Hmm..." The man’s low voice echoed in the room.

Then came the unmistakable sounds of pleasure, weaving together in betrayal.

The man who swore he loved me was now indulging in the filthiest act with his so-called niece.

I collapsed to the floor, my hands covering my face as if that could block out the unbearable pain slicing through my chest. My heart felt like it was being carved apart, piece by piece.

I wanted to believe I had seen wrong, that my eyes had deceived me.

But no matter how much I wished otherwise, I would recognize that man even if he turned to ashes.

The naked figure on the screen was my fiancé—the one who once called me his everything.

The seductive, sickening sounds drilled into my brain, making me tremble in despair.

Then, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out:

"Host, this novel follows a controversial forbidden love plot. The male protagonist must adhere to the predetermined story. Do you choose to forgive? If you do, a future of happiness awaits. If not, you will disappear—and perhaps even meet a tragic end—in ten days."

Ten days later, I truly disappeared.

And Marcus went insane.

——

On the giant screen at the city’s downtown plaza, an interview played:

"Mr. Rivers, I heard you love your fiancée deeply. That she is your salvation, your first love."

Marcus' handsome face softened into a gentle smile. "Yes, all my desires—for life, for love—stem from her."

The host smiled warmly. "You’ve been together for eight years. When you proposed, you gave her a fleet of cars filled with engagement gifts and even bought the world’s most expensive pink diamond. You treat Miss Hayes like royalty. Fans call you the ‘Perfect Husband’..."

Online comments flooded the screen:

"Oh my god, the way he talks about her—he’s so devoted!"

"I’d trade ten years of my life to meet a man this loyal!"

"I bet Miss Hayes won’t even be able to get out of bed after marriage! Hahaha, he’s too good..."

Blessings and envy filled the air.

I lowered my gaze, forcing a bitter smile.

As I passed by a trash bin, I tossed in the diamond ring I had once cherished.

That evening, Marcus came home carrying a small, delicate cake from the bakery at the east side of the city—my favorite.

It always took at least an hour in line to buy one.

"Lila, I got your favorite strawberry cake today."

He smiled, setting it on the table before taking my hand and gently pulling me to sit beside him.

Every day, I received little surprises—roses, cakes, necklaces, cosmetics.

Marcus always found ways to make me smile.

"Try it quickly," he urged, scooping a piece of cake topped with strawberries and holding it to my lips. "I stood in line for two hours just to get this. I knew my little greedy cat would want a bite."

Mechanically, I opened my mouth.

But my gaze drifted to his collar—where a glaring red mark stood out against the crisp white fabric.

So intense. He must have enjoyed his forbidden love.

Niece versus uncle. The kind of scandal that novel readers would obsess over.

"Lila," he continued, his tone gentle, almost coaxing. "I was supposed to come home after three days, but something urgent came up at the company. I had to stay another two. I'm sorry, baby."

I turned my head away, my voice calm, indifferent. "It’s fine. You don’t have to explain your business trips to me anymore. Whether you come back or not—it doesn’t matter to me."

Because in ten days, I would be gone.

Gone from this house.

Gone from his life.

Whatever happened to him after that was none of my concern.

In the past, when he brought me gifts like this, I would have given him a sweet kiss in return.

But today, I didn’t.

And for the first time, he looked at me with a trace of dull confusion—like he couldn’t understand what had changed.