Inescapable Torturous Love

Denton Eland was a well-known esports player.

He took great care of his hands.

So, he never held hands with me or embraced me.

He said that the calluses on my hands and the cheap fabric of my clothes would reduce the sensitivity of his fingers.

But his photo appeared on the social media account of a wealthy family's daughter.

Even though it was a picture of his back, I still recognized him.

He held her in his arms horizontally with one hand.

And he held her high heels with the other hand.

She posted the photo, and the words attached were, [He is my glory, and I am his champion.]

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"Mabel, let's take a break."

Denton packed up his luggage. "I don't want my fans to know that my girlfriend is the delulu who wrote that fanfiction."

"What do you mean?"

His popularity had been lukewarm for the past three years.

And I, Mabel Woodward, was just an ordinary writer.

He said that he'd quit. After all, it was just a dream.

He came from an art background.

At worst, he could still be a piano tutor.

I couldn't bear to see him waste his talent.

So, I took the liberty of writing a fanfiction for him. Then I bought clout for the fanfiction, making everyone think it was about a crazy fan's unrequited love.

He had great gaming skills and good looks, and with the online popularity I brought him, he successfully entered the world's top club.

"I love you very much, Mabel. I have no choice but to do this."

This was the first time Denton said he loved me after he became popular.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions.

I didn't say anything. I simply took his clothes out of the wardrobe.

"Go."

I held back my tears and pointed to the door.

Denton stopped as if he didn't expect me to react like this.

"Mabel?"

He wanted to come forward.

But I slapped him in the face.

I didn't say anything. The slap had exhausted me.

"Don't try to emotionally control me anymore.

"I hate you," I said.

"Take care."

Denton left after saying this.

Denton and I had always been in love over the years. We had never had a fight. At least he had always been my preferred partner before he became popular.

He took care of all the chores, and he would gently stroke my back after I woke up from a nightmare. At that time, we were very poor, and his fingers were not as important as they were now.

But later, he never touched me. The only things he touched were the keyboard and mouse.

He even locked the attic.

No one could open it except him.

Sometimes he stayed there for a whole day.

I packed up all his things.

I couldn't open the door of the attic.

So, I sent him a text message, asking him to come back and clean it up himself.

But my message failed to be sent. It was rejected.

My gaze fell on the garbage station of the community inadvertently.

I saw a familiar figure.

It was Denton.

He was back?

I felt a little uneasy and was about to call out to him.

He passed by me.

Then he got in an expensive sports car.

I saw him sitting in the passenger seat.

Then he briefly kissed the woman in the driver's seat.

I froze, and the things in my hand slipped to the ground.

After feeling at a loss for a second, I quickly took out my phone.

I took a photo of the car.

Humans tended to immerse themselves in sorrow, and I was no exception.

I was so sad that I even forgot to update my novel. I received several PMs from my loyal fans, but I didn't want to read them.

I was really going crazy.

During the craziest few minutes, I even wondered if Denton had left me because I wasn't rich enough.

Because the very car he got in was the one that Simona Byrd, the daughter of the wealthy family, showed off on her social media account.

I wanted to dig out more details from that photo.

Suddenly, I received a text message from an unknown number.

[Name your price for the photo.]

Without hesitation, I dialed the number.

My gut told me it was Denton who sent me the message.