My ex-boyfriend's current girlfriend added me on WhatsApp. She suddenly sent me several messages. [So what if you're pretty and rich? He still left you to be with me?]

[I texted you today just to tell you that no matter how good you are, it's useless to someone who doesn't love you!]

[If it's not yours, it's not yours. He's mine. Are you envious?]

I rolled my eyes and quickly typed a line of words. [He has AIDS.]

***

On the first anniversary of our relationship, my boyfriend, Lucas Schmidt, said he had to work overtime at the company and didn't come back.

In the evening, I bought a dinner box and delivered it to his office.

As soon as I arrived downstairs, I saw two people who were very close to each other walking out of the office from a distance.

The man was Lucas and the woman was Ariana McCarthy, a new intern in the company who was still in her senior year. She was thin and small but had pretty facial features. She also had a very positive attitude during the interview.

I saw her talking excitedly to my boyfriend, which made him smile.

Seeing me suddenly appear from the side, both of them had a stiff expression.

Lucas was the first to react, but I could hear a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. He asked me, "Baby? Why are you here?"

"What do you mean? Can't I come here?" I asked him back in surprise.

"No, that's not what I meant. I meant, it's so late ...." he answered a little nervously.

"I'm here to pick up my boyfriend from get off work, is that a problem?" I took Lucas' arm and handed him the box in my hand.

"Of course not. Okay, Ariana, just hand in the project plan tomorrow. Don't forget the precautions I just told you. You can go first."

Before I could ask anything, Lucas sent the intern away with just a few words.

"Babe, I got off work late today and I planned to bring you some barbecue. It's so tiring for you to cook."

Speaking of which, Lucas immediately took out his mobile phone, then took a photo and posted it on his social media account, with the caption [A love dinner made by my baby.]

This series of actions made it impossible for me to find any fault with him.

However, when I thought about how close he and Ariana were just now, my intuition told me that something was wrong.

He and Ariana were not in the same department, so how could they have the opportunity to discuss the project plan?

Perhaps sensing my suspicion, on the way home, Lucas fastened my seat belt and began to chatter incessantly.

"The HR Department just transferred Ariana to the Technical Department today. She doesn't know a lot of things. Several employees are on business trips, so I can only let her learn from me for two days. You were the one who interviewed her, so please rest assured."

I did not say anything and just let it go.

The next morning, I turned on the vibrating alarm in order to wake myself up, then I casually opened my social media account.

The first one was posted by my boyfriend, a screenshot of some very interesting words.

[You're still working overtime so late, take care of yourself.]

There were already many likes below and there was even a comment. [Wow, they are showing off their love in public.]

My mind instantly woke up from a daze. The words in the screenshot were not sent by me.

I took a screenshot of the picture and sent it to Lucas. It showed that the other party was typing several times, but no message was sent.

I could not hold back and sent a question mark before he replied.

[This is a green tea, Babe. I posted it on my social media just to let everyone see her character!]

Cih, I grinned.

[Lucas, do you take me for a fool?]

[It's real, Babe. I forgot to edit the text when I posted it. I posted it again this time. Take a look.]

I opened my social media again and sure enough, he had reposted a new one with the caption [I already have a girlfriend, please don't harass me.]

The picture was still the same screenshot.

This ambiguous caption in the picture made me wonder whether it was referring to his other girlfriend or me.

Seeing that I was about to be late, I planned to ask my boyfriend again at the company. But, when I arrived at the company, I heard that he had taken Ariana to meet a client.

Until the end of the workday, neither of them came back and Lucas did not even reply to any messages.

When I got home, it was empty. I turned on a small night light in the living room and sat quietly.

In a few minutes later, a familiar car sound was heard outside the door. Lucas finally came home.

The door lock was opened and Ariana helped Lucas walk inside, while accurately turning on the corridor light at the door with one hand.

The sudden light was a bit dazzling, so I raised my hand to block it and heard a timid voice.

"Miss Riley, Mr. Schmidt is drunk. I am sending him back."

I glanced at the two people in front of me. Lucas was already drunk, with two blushes on his cheeks, his suit jacket draped over his shoulders and two buttons of his shirt undone.

Meanwhile, Ariana looked a little drunk and her cheeks were also red.

I lowered my hands that were blocking the light and smiled.

"Thank you for sending him back so late. Actually, you could have just dropped him off at a nearby hotel."

"How could I do that? Staying in a hotel is not clean," she said as she carefully placed Lucas on the sofa and stood in place, looking reluctant to leave.

"Why, is there anything else?" I asked her in wonder.

"No ... then I'll excuse myself. Goodbye, Miss Riley."

While saying goodbye to me, Ariana's eyes remained fixed on my boyfriend.

She turned to leave, but the drunk Lucas grabbed her wrist and said, "Where are you going?"

Looking at that hand, I felt like there was a prairie above my head.

Ariana was so anxious that she broke out in sweat. She took out her hand from the man's hand with a panicked look on her face.

"Miss Riley, Mr. Schmidt is drunk. Don't get me wrong. Then, I'll excuse myself, I have to catch the subway."

"Ariana, how old are you this year?" I suddenly threw a question.

She replied, "Twenty two years old."

"Lucas is thirty years old." I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, without saying anything else, then waved my hand to signal her to leave.

After seeing her stepped out and closed the door, I reached into Lucas' pocket with one hand and took out a lighter.

It was very childish, with a black and purple rabbit head painted on it. It seemed to be the recently popular Kuromi. I had never liked these things, but Ariana liked them.

There were several dolls like this on her desk.

I took out his mobile phone, entered my birthday and it showed that the password was wrong.

Then, I grabbed his wrist, unlocked it with his fingers and clicked on his WhatsApp account.

The WhatsApp account was an unfamiliar one, with only one person added to it. The avatar was a pink girl holding a rabbit. Upon closer look, it was a photo of Ariana that had been edited into an animated version.

His chat with Ariana was still in the morning. Ariana sent him an address and he replied he would be there soon.

The address was more than ten kilometers away from the company. I remembered that when she joined the company, she said that she had already moved out of the dormitory for internship. She lived far away from the company and it took her two hours to commute back and forth every day.

I guessed this must be Ariana’s home.

What could a man and a woman do at home? Thinking of this, my pupils shrank slightly.

Scrolling up, it was the caring words that Ariana sent him last night, which was the green tea that was "exposed" on his social media.

I left Lucas in the living room and laid on the bed. I had no intention of sleeping and could not figure out when he hooked up with the intern.

The corridor light switch at the entrance of our house was very hidden and people who came here for the first time had no idea where it was. Strangely, Ariana turned it on immediately just now, but she had only been working there for two months.

That was to say, in the past two months, when I was busy with the planning project in the company, my boyfriend and his mistress were making love in my house.

I tossed and turned, sleepless the whole night.

The next day, I went to work with dark circles under my eyes. As soon as I entered the office, I heard the employees whispering that Ariana had posted a photo of her boyfriend on her social media. He looked very rich and even let her drive a Maybach.

I sounded an alarm in my heart and asked one of the employees for his mobile phone.

In the photo, Ariana was wearing a black sequined dress and sitting in a red Maybach. The man next to her had his head lowered so deeply that his appearance could not be seen clearly.

But the cuff link on the sleeve of the suit exposed the fact that he was Lucas. More importantly, this car was exactly the same as the one in my house!

I drove home quickly and as soon as I entered the garage, I found that my most precious Maybach was missing.

I sent him a message with anger. [Lucas, did you lend my Maybach to someone else?]

I suppressed my anger, tightly grasped the phone in my hand and wished I could tear that man into pieces.

[Maybach? I borrowed it ....] He had not yet sobered up and replied in a daze. Then he quickly admitted as if he remembered something.

[Did I ever tell you that you can borrow any car except this one? It's my dad's legacy!]

The anger surged in my heart and I stepped up the stairs in my high heels.

As soon as I entered the room, I kicked him in the stomach and kicked him off the sofa.

He fell to the ground with a muffled sound and he also sobered up.

"Baby ... Baby, what's wrong?"

"Lucas, how dare you lend my Maybach to someone else!"

He was stunned for a moment. Before he reacted, I slapped him in the face and four bright red fingerprints immediately appeared on his face.

"I told you when we first started dating that you can use anything I have except this Maybach. You are so bold as to lend it to Ariana, that intern!"

"Babe, what are you talking about? I didn't lend your Maybach to anyone." He tried to dodge it.

"Well, how do you explain that the car is gone?"

I sat on the sofa and stared at him coldly as he spoke incoherently.

The man was stunned again. He turned over and knelt on the ground, with both hands resting on my knees, then tears streamed down his face.

"I was wrong. I scratched the car when I drove it out. I didn't dare to tell you. I thought I would get it fixed in the next two days. I have already sent it to the workshop."

If I had not heard my colleague's words this morning and seen the photos, I would have been deceived by Lucas' superb acting skills, but I knew it all too well in my heart!

"Lucas, I saw Ariana showing off the photos she took with my Maybach in the office this morning."

He froze and said, "It's impossible. When I lent it to her, I told her not to take photos."

"You said you didn't lend the car out, so why did you lend it to Ariana now?"

He probably felt guilty too, his voice getting quieter and quieter.

"Baby, I didn't dare to tell you because I was afraid you'd get angry."

He was so afraid that I would get angry, but the girl had started to take over my assets. How could I just stand by and watch?

"Alright, whoever scratched it should pay for it. Give me the bill from the workshop."

Facing my increasingly cold gaze, Lucas shivered uncontrollably.

"I haven't paid yet. I paid a deposit, but I haven't received a bill."

It was not that he had not received the bill, the car was still in Ariana’s hands, wasn't it?!

I guessed what Lucas was thinking was that the Maybach was in a separate garage and I would not even notice it for a while, so he could just wait for Ariana to drive it for a few days and then put it back in the garage.

I gave a cold smile and asked, "Which workshop did you repair it in? Come with me to take a look."

He picked up his phone and hurriedly went into the bathroom.

"Wait a minute, Babe, I'll wash my face first."

I followed him behind and heard him call that girl, saying to quickly take the Maybach to the nearest workshop and he would take care of it.

A few seconds later, I also dialed the girl's number and asked her to come to my house to deliver the documents.

"Is it right now, Miss Riley?"

"What, is there a problem?"

"I ... my father is hospitalized and I would like to take a leave now."

Listening to her lame excuses, I mercilessly exposed her.

"You lost your father at an early age, so where did you get your father from?"

Ariana's breath stuttered and she gritted her teeth, “It was my mother who found me a stepfather.”