While returning home from a late-night shift, I was struck by a delivery rider. The girl who hit me was deaf and mute, looking no older than a teenager. I couldn’t bring myself to make things hard for her, so I went to the hospital alone and paid for the medical expenses myself. Limping back home, I noticed a familiar delivery helmet lying by the door. From inside, mocking laughter spilled into the hallway. “She’s such a fool. I was just pretending but she believed it anyway.” … “Aren’t you afraid she’s standing at the door, listening to us?” “Even if she heard, she wouldn’t break up with me.”Nicholas Poldark’s voice carried clearly past the door frame. “Break up? When I was in the hospital bed, Beatrix clung to me, insisting on taking care of me. Even my mom couldn’t chase her away. “She had a wretched childhood so she’ll never leave me!” I froze in disbelief. Without thinking, I pushed the door open slightly and caught a glimpse of the scene inside. A young
"I fell. Anyway, my period just started—can you step out for a bit?" I said without emotion.Nicholas froze for a moment before I pushed him out the door. “What’s there to cry about just because your period came?” he muttered.Leaning against the door, I slid to the floor, utterly drained. I didn’t understand. Three years ago, Nicholas would have made me hot chocolate, and prepared heating pads and hot water bottles without being asked. Now, he complained that I was being dramatic. How could a coma turn him into someone I hardly recognized? The next morning, I spoke to my landlord and arranged to move into a small studio apartment. Nicholas and I had shared this place, but with me ending the lease early, the two thousand dollar rent would now fall entirely on him. Not that it mattered—I'd been the one paying the rent all along. After packing my belongings, I was about to head out when I overheard hushed voices outside. “Stop it! Why are you here so early today?”
"Get out!" I stumbled and collapsed to the floor, instinctively biting my lip. The guilt on Nicholas's face vanished in an instant and was replaced by a surge of anger. "Get out of here! I don’t ever want to see you again!" With that, he stormed into his room and slammed the door with a deafening crash. Pearl, I noticed, had already left at some point. I stared at the empty room, and for the first time, I gave in to my emotions, letting the torrent of tears fall freely. An hour later, I dragged my suitcase out. My neighbor, Molly Price peeked her head out, concern written on her face. “Beatrix, you and your boyfriend had a fight, didn’t you? Come on, come in and sit for a while, don’t be sad.” I shook my head. I handed Molly her sewing kit back. “I used the black thread to fix the buttons, and I’ve replaced it for you.” Molly patted my hand and looked at my suitcase with a sigh. “You’re a thoughtful one. Your boyfriend is so ungrateful.” I didn’t respond.
Nicholas’s words made my head pound. My chest tightened, and I felt a sudden chill come over me. Was it raining? “Beatrix.” Through the misty rain, a man approached, holding an umbrella. His well-tailored black coat accentuated his tall, upright figure, and sharp features. “Get in the car. I’ll take you to see your mom.” Sitting on the warm leather seat, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Trevor broke the silence abruptly. “The cemetery is pretty high up the mountain and the temperature will drop by at least ten degrees. There’s a women’s down jacket in the back seat. Put it on.” I glanced at the label. It was a best-selling winter item, and its official price tag far exceeded what I had in my savings. “Thanks. I’ll clean it before returning it,” I muttered. “No need. It’s yours,” Trevor replied indifferently.As I placed the flowers on my mother’s grave, I caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance—someone who bore a striking resemblance to Pearl. Could
It was Nicholas’s mother, Mrs. Poldark. She sat on the sofa, fiddling with a gold ring on her finger. Her voice was soft as she tried to persuade him. "Nicholas, even the wealthiest heiress fancies you now. Why hurt yourself over Beatrix? Just break up with her already," she urged. Nicholas’s eyes looked glazed as he slurred, "What are you talking about, Mom? When did I ever say I wanted to break up with Beatrix?" His mother’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Pearl’s been seeing you for so long! Are you not going to give her any explanation?" Frustration flickered across Nicholas’s face as he scratched his head. "If we’re talking about time, Beatrix cared for me for three years!" His mother’s voice rose, sharp with emotion. "But she can’t have children! Marrying her would leave the Poldarks without descendants!" Guilt briefly flashed across Nicholas’s face before he slammed his hand on the table. "She can’t have children because of me! And besides, Pearl’s just for fun.
Trevor hung up the phone and turned to me, his face filled with concern.“I’ve asked my lawyer to gather the relevant evidence. For now, avoid looking at your phone, it’ll only affect your mood.”He was right. There was so much going on that my emotions had almost turned numb. The insults from strangers didn’t bother me. I was an orphan, and they could only bombard my Instagram account with their fury.Before work, Trevor gave me a new SIM card, one just for work. It was more convenient that way.I handed over access to my Instagram account to Trevor’s lawyer for handling. The lawyer contacted some of the victims who had been scammed by Pearl before, as well as some media outlets, and started exposing her slanderous actions.Netizens realized their kindness had been manipulated, and apart from a small group of blind followers who stubbornly resisted, most people began turning against Pearl.In no time, Pearl, who once posed as a defender of the disabled, became a notorious
I pretended to be surprised and shouted, “Nicholas, your girlfriend is harassing me again! Aren’t you going to say something?”Sure enough, Pearl turned her head to look.I quickly dialed for security. After everything that had happened before, the security team reacted swiftly, capturing her in less than a minute and escorting her to the car. I told them to message me after they had dropped her off.Turning back, I found Nicholas standing at the door, my smile frozen on my lips. He held a purple velvet box in his hand. “Beatrix… I... I want to ask you to marry me,” he slurred as he opened the box. The diamond inside sparkled, casting star-like reflections on his face.“You bastard! How could you do this to me!” Pearl screamed from the car as she scratched at the window. But no one paid her any attention.Nicholas rushed up to me and dropped to his knees. “I know this is sudden, and I didn’t even prepare flowers,” he said, his voice trembling. “But Beatrix, I can’t
The police determined that my parents died from carbon monoxide poisoning and the summer heat had accelerated the decomposition of their bodies. I was lucky. As soon as I realized something was wrong, I opened the window and called the police. Everyone said that I had survived a great disaster and that good fortune would follow. But after that day, I became an orphan. Luckily, my teacher applied for a scholarship for me. With the help of part-time jobs, I managed to get through high school without much trouble. When I met Nicholas, I was still attending a junior college. He looked at me with regret and said, “With your grades, you shouldn’t be here, Beatrix.” I was numb to his words. Over the years, I didn’t know what I was living for. Without family, friends, or any ambitions, I lived each day in a daze, staring at the blue sky outside my rented room. Because of the debts my parents had left behind, the small home I had lived in for twelve years was taken away. “
I pretended to be surprised and shouted, “Nicholas, your girlfriend is harassing me again! Aren’t you going to say something?”Sure enough, Pearl turned her head to look.I quickly dialed for security. After everything that had happened before, the security team reacted swiftly, capturing her in less than a minute and escorting her to the car. I told them to message me after they had dropped her off.Turning back, I found Nicholas standing at the door, my smile frozen on my lips. He held a purple velvet box in his hand. “Beatrix… I... I want to ask you to marry me,” he slurred as he opened the box. The diamond inside sparkled, casting star-like reflections on his face.“You bastard! How could you do this to me!” Pearl screamed from the car as she scratched at the window. But no one paid her any attention.Nicholas rushed up to me and dropped to his knees. “I know this is sudden, and I didn’t even prepare flowers,” he said, his voice trembling. “But Beatrix, I can’t
Trevor hung up the phone and turned to me, his face filled with concern.“I’ve asked my lawyer to gather the relevant evidence. For now, avoid looking at your phone, it’ll only affect your mood.”He was right. There was so much going on that my emotions had almost turned numb. The insults from strangers didn’t bother me. I was an orphan, and they could only bombard my Instagram account with their fury.Before work, Trevor gave me a new SIM card, one just for work. It was more convenient that way.I handed over access to my Instagram account to Trevor’s lawyer for handling. The lawyer contacted some of the victims who had been scammed by Pearl before, as well as some media outlets, and started exposing her slanderous actions.Netizens realized their kindness had been manipulated, and apart from a small group of blind followers who stubbornly resisted, most people began turning against Pearl.In no time, Pearl, who once posed as a defender of the disabled, became a notorious
It was Nicholas’s mother, Mrs. Poldark. She sat on the sofa, fiddling with a gold ring on her finger. Her voice was soft as she tried to persuade him. "Nicholas, even the wealthiest heiress fancies you now. Why hurt yourself over Beatrix? Just break up with her already," she urged. Nicholas’s eyes looked glazed as he slurred, "What are you talking about, Mom? When did I ever say I wanted to break up with Beatrix?" His mother’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Pearl’s been seeing you for so long! Are you not going to give her any explanation?" Frustration flickered across Nicholas’s face as he scratched his head. "If we’re talking about time, Beatrix cared for me for three years!" His mother’s voice rose, sharp with emotion. "But she can’t have children! Marrying her would leave the Poldarks without descendants!" Guilt briefly flashed across Nicholas’s face before he slammed his hand on the table. "She can’t have children because of me! And besides, Pearl’s just for fun.
Nicholas’s words made my head pound. My chest tightened, and I felt a sudden chill come over me. Was it raining? “Beatrix.” Through the misty rain, a man approached, holding an umbrella. His well-tailored black coat accentuated his tall, upright figure, and sharp features. “Get in the car. I’ll take you to see your mom.” Sitting on the warm leather seat, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Trevor broke the silence abruptly. “The cemetery is pretty high up the mountain and the temperature will drop by at least ten degrees. There’s a women’s down jacket in the back seat. Put it on.” I glanced at the label. It was a best-selling winter item, and its official price tag far exceeded what I had in my savings. “Thanks. I’ll clean it before returning it,” I muttered. “No need. It’s yours,” Trevor replied indifferently.As I placed the flowers on my mother’s grave, I caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance—someone who bore a striking resemblance to Pearl. Could
"Get out!" I stumbled and collapsed to the floor, instinctively biting my lip. The guilt on Nicholas's face vanished in an instant and was replaced by a surge of anger. "Get out of here! I don’t ever want to see you again!" With that, he stormed into his room and slammed the door with a deafening crash. Pearl, I noticed, had already left at some point. I stared at the empty room, and for the first time, I gave in to my emotions, letting the torrent of tears fall freely. An hour later, I dragged my suitcase out. My neighbor, Molly Price peeked her head out, concern written on her face. “Beatrix, you and your boyfriend had a fight, didn’t you? Come on, come in and sit for a while, don’t be sad.” I shook my head. I handed Molly her sewing kit back. “I used the black thread to fix the buttons, and I’ve replaced it for you.” Molly patted my hand and looked at my suitcase with a sigh. “You’re a thoughtful one. Your boyfriend is so ungrateful.” I didn’t respond.
"I fell. Anyway, my period just started—can you step out for a bit?" I said without emotion.Nicholas froze for a moment before I pushed him out the door. “What’s there to cry about just because your period came?” he muttered.Leaning against the door, I slid to the floor, utterly drained. I didn’t understand. Three years ago, Nicholas would have made me hot chocolate, and prepared heating pads and hot water bottles without being asked. Now, he complained that I was being dramatic. How could a coma turn him into someone I hardly recognized? The next morning, I spoke to my landlord and arranged to move into a small studio apartment. Nicholas and I had shared this place, but with me ending the lease early, the two thousand dollar rent would now fall entirely on him. Not that it mattered—I'd been the one paying the rent all along. After packing my belongings, I was about to head out when I overheard hushed voices outside. “Stop it! Why are you here so early today?”
While returning home from a late-night shift, I was struck by a delivery rider. The girl who hit me was deaf and mute, looking no older than a teenager. I couldn’t bring myself to make things hard for her, so I went to the hospital alone and paid for the medical expenses myself. Limping back home, I noticed a familiar delivery helmet lying by the door. From inside, mocking laughter spilled into the hallway. “She’s such a fool. I was just pretending but she believed it anyway.” … “Aren’t you afraid she’s standing at the door, listening to us?” “Even if she heard, she wouldn’t break up with me.”Nicholas Poldark’s voice carried clearly past the door frame. “Break up? When I was in the hospital bed, Beatrix clung to me, insisting on taking care of me. Even my mom couldn’t chase her away. “She had a wretched childhood so she’ll never leave me!” I froze in disbelief. Without thinking, I pushed the door open slightly and caught a glimpse of the scene inside. A young