After Loyalty Test, I Call Off the Engagement

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The night before my engagement, I was gagged and dragged into an alley by several men.

Just as I was stripped naked and about to be violated, my fianc, Ethan, suddenly appeared:

Enough, stop it! Don't hurt her!

I stumbled into Ethan's arms in a panic, but he chuckled and patted me:

Don't be scared, it's all fake. I hired actors.

I froze, tears still on my face:

"What did you say?"

He casually pulled out a ring and slipped it onto my middle finger:

"Sophia, you passed my test. You were willing to die rather than comply. Indeed, I wasn't wrong about you."

His assistant, Chloe, emerged from the shadows with a camera:

"Sophia, don't blame Ethan. It was my idea."

"After all, you reported your professor for sexual assault back then, causing a massive scandal, and who knows if you'd just turn against us later."

"I recorded the whole thing today, and I believe you now!"

I gave a bitter smile and took off the ring:

"Ethan, the engagement is off."

"Sophia, what are you talking about?"

Ethan's face darkened:

"I already told you, you passed my test."

Seeing that I didn't speak, his tone softened a bit.

He took off his jacket and covered my naked body:

"Don't be silly. Besides, you were sexually assaulted who else would want you besides me?"

My fingernails dug deeply into my palms.

I looked up, my face covered in tears:

"Ethan, you clearly know this is the deepest scar in my heart, why do you still rip it open like this?"

Chloe, standing nearby, pouted:

"Sophia, don't be so dramatic. What man wouldn't mind? He just wanted to confirm."

I yelled back:

"What does it have to do with you? Did I ask you to speak?"

Ethan stood still, the tenderness on his face slowly fading.

"Sophia, since you're being so difficult"

He bent down and snatched the ring from my hand:

"Then please return everything I gave you."

He ruthlessly yanked off the jacket covering me.

Then he looked me up and down:

"Take off your shoes too."

I stood there stunned, tears silently streaming down my face.

Ethan raised an eyebrow:

"What? You can't bear to?"

"If we're going to draw a clear line, don't keep anything of mine."

I bit my lip, squatted down, and took off my shoes, placing them in front of him.

Ethan didn't even glance at them, kicking them into the nearby trash can.

He held out his hand:

"Give me your phone."

I instinctively clutched my phone.

It was a birthday gift from Ethan.

Back then, he had looked at me gently:

"Sophia, I saved my number. If anything happens, you must call me first."

I placed the phone in his palm.

Ethan turned and walked away without hesitation:

"No one is allowed to talk to her."

Chloe gave me a smug smile and jogged after him.

I was left alone in the alley.

I stood barefoot, completely naked, with only a torn pair of underwear barely covering me.

I squatted down and hugged myself, sobbing uncontrollably.

It turned out Ethan had never trusted me from start to finish.

After Dad passed away, Mom saved every penny to put me through college.

That year, I reported my professor for forcing me, causing a massive scandal.

While Mom was seeking justice for me, she was obstructed by those people under various pretexts.

They even twisted the narrative, maliciously editing footage to turn public opinion against her.

Finally, Mom got so furious she had a stroke and was immediately admitted to the ICU.

I used up all my savings to save Mom, but she was still partly paralyzed.

It was Ethan who firmly stood by my side, helping me pay off the medical bills I'd incurred.

He was gentle, considerate, and didn't care about my past.

Mom cried tears of joy when she found out we were getting engaged.

She held my hand and said over and over:

"Good, my daughter finally has someone to care for her."

Tomorrow was the engagement ceremony.

Mom must be tossing and turning in her hometown, unable to sleep, waiting to see me happy.

I took a deep breath, wiped away my tears, and stood up.

I decided to go back and pack my bags.

Since Ethan never trusted me, I didn't want him either.

I walked home barefoot, step by step.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the front door.

The living room light was on.

Chloe was draped over Ethan, their clothes disheveled.

Her skirt was bunched at her waist, revealing a large expanse of pale skin.

Ethan leaned back on the sofa, clutching her waist, his expression sated and languid.

The next second, Ethan looked up and saw me.

My hands and feet turned cold, like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over my head.

"What are you doing!"

My body moved faster than my mind.

I lunged towards the sofa, reaching out to pull them apart:

"Have you no shame!"

My fingertips had just touched Chloe's hair when a powerful force suddenly pushed me away.

Ethan protected Chloe with one arm and shoved my shoulder with the other.

I stumbled backward, slipped, and fell hard to the floor.

Ethan looked at me with a cold expression:

"Enough! Sophia, don't act like a shrew!"

Through my tear-filled eyes, I watched Ethan calmly put on his clothes.

Chloe nestled in his arms, giving me a triumphant smile.

I struggled to sit up:

"Why? Ethan, why are you doing this to me?"

Ethan fastened his last button and looked down at me.

"Because it's fair."

I froze.

"Every time I sleep with you, I always remember you being pinned down by that fifty-something professor. Sophia, I'm disgusted!"

My mind went blank.

But he was the one who approached me first.

After I was forced by my professor, Ethan was the first to stand up and help me gather evidence.

He accompanied me to the hospital for examinations, accompanied me to the police station to give a statement.

When I was being pointed at and talked about by the whole school, he held my hand and walked through the crowd.

The day I had a mental breakdown and slit my wrists.

He broke down the door, rushing me, covered in blood, to the hospital.

He guarded outside the operating room all night, and the first thing he said when I woke up was:

"Sophia, no matter what happens, I'm here for you."

Chloe stood up from the sofa, the hickeys on her collarbone so glaring they made me want to vomit.

She leaned languidly on Ethan's shoulder, saying sweetly:

"Ethan, you've torn my underwear, what should I do?"

Ethan chuckled, pulling a damp lace thong from his pocket:

"What to do? Then don't wear them."

Chloe playfully hit him.

I couldn't stop trembling:

"Chloe, I paid for your college tuition, I gave you living expenses, I sponsored you!"

"When you couldn't find a job after graduation, I told Ethan to make you his assistant."

"Was I not good to you?"

Chloe tilted her head, smiling innocently:

"Oh yes, Sophia was very good to me."

"But just because you were good to me, does that mean I have to be eternally grateful?"

"You yourself slept with an old man, you're dirty, and you still demand loyalty from Ethan?"

My ears were buzzing.

I squatted down, clutching my head tightly.

That feeling was back.

Five years ago, they said I voluntarily climbed into the professor's bed for a master's degree spot.

They said I turned on him afterward to blackmail him, that I was unclean, shameless, and deserved it.

Back then, I had the same nightmare every day.

The professor's obese body was pressing down on me, and I struggled desperately but couldn't move.

After waking up, I started self-harming, as if only pain could prove I was still alive.

It was Ethan who pulled me out of that abyss.

He accompanied me to see a psychologist every day, hugged me when I broke down:

"Sophia, don't be afraid, I'm here."

I thought he was my salvation.

But he personally pushed me back into hell.

I curled up on the floor, twitching uncontrollably.

Ethan approached me, looking flustered:

"Sophia? What's wrong?"

Chloe, standing nearby, rolled her eyes:

"Don't use your depression to threaten Ethan again; the story of the boy who cried wolf loses its meaning if told too many times."

Ethan paused, then stood up and looked down at me condescendingly:

"Alright, stop acting! As you wish, the engagement is off."

He turned and walked out, pulling Chloe with him.

Chloe looked back, giving me a mocking smile.

I was left alone in the living room.

My vision blurred, and my ears filled with sharp ringing.

In the last second before losing consciousness, I thought:

"Mom, I'm sorry. Your daughter really doesn't seem to deserve love."

The next day, I was woken by the doorbell.

I struggled to get up, stumbling to open the door.

"Sophia!"

Mom leaned on a cane, one side of her body partly paralyzed, her forehead covered in sweat.

It takes an hour to drive from her hometown to here; how did she, a half-paralyzed person, even get here?

I quickly helped her inside:

"Mom, why are you here?"

Mom, leaning on me, walked into the house, her expression worried:

"I'm just glad you're okay"

She saw the cuts all over my feet, and her eyes immediately welled up:

"Sophia, why are you like this? What happened?"

I shook my head and helped her sit on the sofa.

Mom took a breath, her voice hesitant:

"Isn't today the engagement? I waited all morning, but I didn't get your call"

I lowered my head, not daring to look into Mom's eyes:

"Ethan's company had an emergency, so the engagement is postponed."

"He asked me to tell you, but I forgot."

Mom froze for a moment, then let out a long sigh of relief:

"That's good, I thought something had gone wrong."

She reached out and stroked my head:

"Sophia, my biggest wish in this life is to see you happy."

I endured the tearing pain in my heart, nodding hard and forcing a smile:

Mom kept chattering.

"All the way here, I was thinking, my daughter finally found a good partner, I hoped nothing would go wrong."

Listening to her, my eyes stung, but I dared not let the tears fall.

Just then, the living room TV suddenly turned on.

A scene popped up: it was me, naked, being held down by several men.

In an instant, my hands and feet turned cold, and my blood ran cold.

Mom's voice trembled, disbelieving:

"Sophia, what is this? Is that you?"

I frantically rushed towards the TV, wanting to block the screen.

But my legs gave out, and I fell to the floor.

I turned around, desperately shielding the TV, and my tears finally burst forth:

"Mom, don't look!"

Mom stood up, leaning on her cane, tears streaming down her face:

"Who did this? Who did this to you?"

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Chloe walked in, looking around:

"This video? Mr. Ethan asked me to play it. He said it's better for Sophia to face reality."

Mom's eyes widened, her lips trembling:

"Impossible! Ethan wouldn't do this to Sophia! He's a good kid!"

Chloe glanced at me, her expression knowing:

"Looks like Sophia didn't tell you? Ethan already said last night, the engagement is off."

Mom's body swayed violently, and her cane slipped from her hand.

"Mom!"

I rushed to help her, but she pushed me away.

Mom stared fiercely at Chloe, her eyes red:

"Who are you? What right do you have to say these things here?"

Chloe's smile grew sweeter:

"Me? I'm Ethan's person."

I trembled all over, yelling at her:

"Chloe, get out!"

Chloe sneered:

"What right do you have to tell me to get out? Mr. Ethan sent me!"

She tilted her head, her tone contemptuous:

"If you kneel down and apologize now, maybe Mr. Ethan will be in a better mood, and he might even"

"Enough! How dare you talk about my child like that?"

Mom, her face flushed, reprimanded Chloe.

But the next second, she collapsed to the ground.

Blood kept overflowing from Mom's mouth.

I held Mom's head, screaming at Chloe.

"Call 911!"

Chloe tilted her head:

"Ethan sent me to see if you've realized your mistake, not to be your nanny."

My voice was hoarse, unlike my own:

"Can't you see my mom is hurt?"

Chloe smiled, then turned and walked towards the door.

"What are you doing!"

The next second, the door was locked from the outside.

Then, the TV screen also went dark, and the whole house plunged into darkness.

I rushed to the door, frantically pounding on it:

"Chloe, what are you doing? Open the door!"

My palms stung from hitting, but there was no response from outside.

In the darkness, Mom's breathing was so faint I could barely hear it.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.

My phone was taken by Ethan, where was Mom's phone?

I trembled as I searched Mom's pockets.

But she left in such a hurry, she didn't bring anything.

Clutching a last sliver of hope, I staggered to the window, wanting to open it.

But there wasn't even a handle on the window frame.

Because I had depression, Ethan was afraid I'd do something foolish.

He had all the windows replaced with tempered glass and welded shut.

I turned and ran back to the door, screaming desperately:

"Help! Is anyone out there! Help!"

My throat was raw from yelling, but there was no response.

Ethan had specifically bought this villa for me.

He said the air in the suburbs was good for recovery.

The nearest neighbor was a mile away, and there wasn't even a pedestrian on the road.

I collapsed to the floor, all my strength drained.

Mom in my arms, her breathing growing weaker and weaker.

I held her, tears falling onto her face:

"Mom, don't sleep, please talk to me? Mom, hang in there, I'll save you!"

I gently placed Mom on the floor, then rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife.

Aiming at the door lock, I hacked down hard.

But the door only got a shallow white mark.

I hacked again and again.

The web of my thumb split open, blood flowed down the handle.

I hacked countless times, my arm so sore I couldn't lift it.

The blade was bent, but the door was still intact.

I knelt beside Mom, pulling her back into my arms.

Her eyes were half-open, her pupils were already starting to dilate.

"Mom! Mom, look at me! It's Sophia!"

I gripped her hand, pressing it against my face:

"Mom, don't leave me alone! Dad's gone, you can't go too"

Mom's lips moved.

I leaned closer and heard her weak voice:

"Live well"

Then her hand slipped from my face.

"Mom!"

I screamed heartbroken, holding her and crying uncontrollably.

I don't know how long I cried, until I felt like an empty shell.

I carried Mom to the bed in the bedroom, covering her with a blanket.

Time passed, minute by minute, until finally there was a sound.

I walked into the living room.

Ethan stood at the door, with Chloe behind him.

He looked at me, his voice gentle as if nothing had happened:

"Sophia, Chloe said you've realized your mistake."

Ethan walked up to me, reaching out to touch my face:

"Alright, stop this. I won't bring up that professor thing again. Chloe and I, it was just this once, we'll live well together from now on."

He said casually:

"I'll inform everyone, the engagement will proceed as planned. You can be Mrs. Evans in peace."

Chloe stood behind him, smiling sweetly:

"Yes, Sophia, a man as good as Ethan, you won't find another if you miss him. What else are you unhappy about?"

She licked her lips, her tone suggestive:

"And Mr. Ethan is really good in bed"

Ethan chuckled, not denying it:

"Sophia, why aren't you speaking? Still angry?"

I finally looked up, meeting his eyes.

"Before that, I have a big gift for you both."

Ethan paused, then smiled:

"What gift? An engagement gift?"

I walked into the kitchen, picked up a knife, and hid it behind me.

Ethan and Chloe exchanged glances, waiting where they stood.

I walked up to Ethan, and with all my strength, plunged the knife into his abdomen.

The blade pierced his shirt, sinking into his flesh.

Ethan looked down at the knife in his stomach, his face filled with disbelief.

The next second, I pulled out the knife and plunged it fiercely into my own heart.

Blood gushed from my chest, splattering Ethan's face.