But a perpetrator has no right to tell the victim to “let it go.”
I shoved Adrian away and walked off without looking back.
The day before our anniversary, a stranger added me on WeChat. I accepted.
They sent me a video.
The footage was shot secretly, making it grainy, but I could still make out Bella in a wheelchair.
I instantly realized—this was from two years ago.
In the video, Bella was pouting.
“Adrian, I hate Layla. She stole my guaranteed graduate school admission, and she acts all high-and-mighty like some untouchable princess!”
“Just help me one more time, please—ruin her for me, okay?”
One of Adrian’s friends jumped in eagerly.
“Adrian, I’ve got something that’ll knock her out all night.”
Adrian shot him a sharp glare, instantly shutting everyone up.
“Bella, if you don’t like her, I can get her transferred to another school.”
Bella slammed her hands on the wheelchair armrests, her voice rising.
“Is this how you take care of me, after Mom told you to look after me before she died?!
If you won’t, I’ll find another man! Or I’ll just end it right now—nobody in this world loves me anymore!”
Adrian rubbed his temples, visibly tired.
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
The video cut off.
I typed out a reply to the sender—wanted to ask who they were, why they were helping me.
But in the end, I only sent two words: Thank you.
Anniversary Day.
Adrian wore a perfectly tailored suit.
Bella was in a custom designer gown, beautiful and ostentatious, as if she were the star of the event.
Many guests were there—most were my former college classmates.
“Layla’s so lucky. Even as a worn-out shoe, she still landed Adrian.”
“Don’t forget she’s a public bike. Who knows whose kid she’s carrying?”
Bella heard their whispers and smirked to herself.
Across the room, Adrian stood holding a small ring box, glancing at his watch from time to time.
It wasn’t even a wedding, but he looked uncharacteristically nervous.
He texted me:
“Babe, how much longer until you’re here?”
I used to reply in seconds.
This time, a long silence.
A strange unease stirred in him.
The next second, the entire room gasped.
On the giant screen, a mysterious video began to play:
“No, I’m just playing around with her.”
“Adrian, propose first—then quietly tell her the truth.”
“Tell her it was you who took her virginity, and you who spread the campus rumors. I want to watch her reaction.”
“I hate Layla. She stole my graduate spot and acts all high-and-mighty!”
“Just help me ruin her one more time.”
Faces in the crowd grew increasingly grim.
Bella went pale, waving her arms frantically.
“It’s all fake! Don’t believe it!”
“Security! Turn that off, now!”
Guards rushed to unplug the power, plunging the venue into silence.
At that moment, Adrian’s phone rang. It was me.
“Adrian, happy second anniversary. Do you like my gift?”
“Oh, and I forgot to mention—your bastard child? I already got rid of it, the same day you took Bella to the hospital.”
His pupils contracted sharply.
He gripped the phone so hard his knuckles turned white.
“Layla! How dare you?! Tell me where you are!”
I let out a cold laugh and hung up.
