I felt a pang of regret, but at least this was just a recording.

Just as I was about to continue the interview, another staff member, wearing a mask, rushed over and called me away. They quickly replaced me with someone else.

The director’s anxious expression caught my attention and I realized there was a phone set up next to the camera I had just positioned—streaming live.

The comment section was a storm of insults:

“Bring back that woman—I have something to say, but I don’t know if I should say it.”

“Who is she? She’s obviously jealous of our Sara!”

“She can’t stand to see others happy. Maybe she’s trying to wreck their relationship—what a homewrecker!”

My face turned pale as I forced out a bitter smile.

I glanced at Patrick, hoping he would say something to defend me. But after skimming through the comments, he merely said, in a casual tone, “Don’t worry, everyone. Sara and I won’t let anything affect our relationship.”

His words struck me like a blow. I stared at him in disappointment, but he didn’t even dare to meet my eyes.

The livestream clip was soon screen-recorded by viewers and spread online, causing quite the uproar.

The director, who was on relatively good terms with me, suggested that someone involved in the situation speak up to clear my name.

Sara agreed with a cheerful smile and led me to an empty room to start a livestream. “This is our lovely photographer,” she said sweetly, pulling me into the frame.

I squirmed uncomfortably, turning my face away from the camera, clearly not used to the attention.

“Nina, say hi to everyone watching the livestream!” Sara urged cheerfully.

Though I was reluctant to appear on camera, she seemed to genuinely want to help clear things up, so I nodded and greeted the audience.

Sara smiled warmly. “Babies, you’ve misunderstood Nina. She just really likes Rick, that’s all. She doesn’t mean any harm toward me.”

Her words caught me completely off guard. Panicking, I stepped closer to her, eager to explain myself on camera.

“Ah! Nina, what are you doing?”

She let out a dramatic gasp and suddenly collapsed to the ground, conveniently ending the livestream as she fell.

It was only then that I realized—she had no intention of clearing my name.

She just wanted to make things worse.

The room fell silent, with only the two of us remaining. Sara’s innocent demeanor vanished, replaced by a cold, vicious glare.

“Nina Mercer, maybe you used to be his girlfriend, but from now on, Rick belongs to me.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. “So you’re admitting you knowingly chose to be the third woman?”

She smirked, her voice dripping with arrogance. “The one who isn’t loved is the real third woman.”

Before I could respond, Patrick rushed into the room. Seeing Sara’s tear-streaked face, he immediately shoved me aside without a second thought.

I stumbled backward, my back slamming against a nail protruding from the wall. Pain seared through me, sharp and burning.

“You can take your anger out on me, but how could you be so cruel to Sara, such a good girl?”

His sharp gaze cut right through me. I looked at him, desperately searching for any trace of love in his eyes, but all I saw was disdain.

“Nina, you really disgust me.”

It felt like the air had been knocked out of me. After three years together, he would rather believe a stranger than even listen to my side.

If he’d just looked at me for a moment longer, I would’ve held onto the fragile hope that he still cared.

Yet, he didn’t.

It hit me then—love really can change in the blink of an eye.

The filming for the episode had wrapped up and I had no intention of staying any longer. I dragged my exhausted body back to the hotel to pack my things.

What I didn’t expect was to see two familiar figures were already standing at the hotel entrance.

I followed them quietly, watching as they held hands and walked into the hotel together. A sliver of hope still clung to me and I pulled out my phone to call Patrick.

The familiar ringtone echoed in the room, but just as quickly as it rang, the call was ended.

I took a deep breath, fighting to keep my emotions in check, forcing myself not to act on impulse.

Staring at the room number, I felt my heart crumble. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional, but Patrick's and Sara's room was right next to mine.

In a daze, I stumbled back to my own room.

Before long, sounds I couldn’t even describe started coming from the room next door.

My hand, still holding my phone, began to tremble. A wave of bitterness rushed up to my nose and tears blurred my vision.

Even though I should have known they had feelings for each other, hearing their voices so close still felt like a punch to the gut.

No wonder Sara’s clumsy performance could make Patrick despise me. In his heart, Sara had clearly taken my place long ago.

I couldn’t understand it—how could three years of love just vanish so easily?

The sounds from next door grew louder and with shaking hands, I started recording.

In that moment, my heart broke completely. I no longer had any illusions left about him.

He cared so much about his image. If his fans ever found out about this, would he still calmly claim it was all just part of the script?

Suddenly, I found myself dreading the wedding that was supposed to happen in a month.

After Sara’s careful manipulation, more and more people online began to turn against me. My studio account was dug up and even bloggers I had worked with in the past were dragged into the mess.

The comment section was full of insults.

Though anger and resentment stirred inside me, I had no choice but to delete all my work.

Anyway, everything will be revealed at the wedding next month and the truth will come out.

Things had escalated so much that no one dared to hire me anymore. Anyone associated with me was getting slammed.

When I returned home, I had to pause the operations of my studio. I figured that at this point, no one would reach out to me for work.

To my surprise, a blogger suddenly contacted me, offering to pay for a photoshoot.

I browsed through their photos, but didn’t recognize them at all—probably someone I’d never worked with before.

I wasn’t going to turn down money, so I accepted the deposit.

When it came time to meet, I was stunned—he looked even more handsome in person. His lips were full, his teeth white and honestly, he could have been a model.

He walked over with long strides and handed me a cup of coffee. To my surprise, it was exactly the kind I liked.

"You’re so good-looking, why do you only have a few hundred followers?" I asked, curious as I glanced at his account.

“I don’t have a good photographer, so I haven’t posted much,” he replied casually.

I felt like he was testing me in some way, so I spent the whole day giving my best performance, showcasing my skills.

After we finished the shoot, I imported the photos into my computer for him to select. But when I looked up, I found him staring directly at me.

Our eyes met and I awkwardly turned my face away, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Can I ask you to take pictures for me more often in the future?" he asked softly, his eyes full of hope.

Without thinking, I nodded. Suddenly, my mind flashed to Patrick.

Patrick had been just a part-time college student model back then. After our first collaboration, he started visiting my studio regularly.

While I worked, he would willingly help as my little assistant.

Back then, Patrick was still youthful, blushing as he asked, "Nina, can I come visit you often?"

A young man's pursuit is always so bold and eager. Before long, I found myself falling for his affection, agreeing to be with him.

In my free time, I’d take photos of him and when he posted them online, he began to gain followers. After that, all his standout photos were ones I had taken.

I could honestly say that his growing popularity on the internet was largely thanks to the photos I’d helped him with.

Back then, he talked about a lifetime together. But even then, he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge me publicly or clear up the misunderstanding that day.

The blogger who had hired me posted the photos online and within days, his post went viral.