Spencer started pulling away, colder with every passing day. Fiona, though, stayed just as sugary sweet as always.Then one morning, the three of us got kidnapped on the way to school.The second Fiona saw a chance, she bailed—didn't even look back at Spencer or me.When Spencer spiked a fever, I did what I had to do. I endured the kidnappers' disgusting hands all over me.In that moment, it felt like I was right back in those awful nights of my childhood, when the butler's hands went where they had no right to be.Past and present blurred together in my mind, tearing me apart from the inside.When the Sauns and Wores finally showed up with help, I was kneeling next to Spencer, breaking off pieces of stale bread and feeding him carefully. Blood had dried on my thighs—I hadn't even had time to clean it.When Spencer woke, he reached for Fiona, holding her like she was his lifeline, swearing he'd love and cherish her forever.I didn't bother defending myself. He'd never really be
Spencer's Side Story:My name is Spencer.The woman I claimed to love the most had been gone for two years.But I wasn't worthy of saying love.I'd lived in lies, refused to believe her, and broke her trust. Someone like me had no right to speak of love.Every time I lit a candle for her, the flame went out before it could burn. I was sure it was her way of telling me she hadn't forgiven me.The kidney she gave me had started failing, but it didn't matter. She should've taken it back.My company? Gone. Swallowed up completely. The trade secrets I guarded so carefully were leaked to competitors.It was Clara. I'd caught her in my office once, but honestly? I didn't care. She'd always cared about Maya more than I ever did.I ended up in a tiny, run-down room—barely ten square meters—in the worst part of town. I had no money, not even enough for the medication to keep my kidney functioning.Then, one day, the ache got worse.A drunk stumbled into my room. I should've thrown him
"Ms. Lane, your condition is unique. Without a kidney donor, I'm afraid..."The doctor trailed off, but his pitying look said it all.I let out a bitter laugh.Years with Spencer Saun—of course my body would eventually call it quits.And now that it had, I felt... weirdly calm. Like the pressure was finally gone.Walking out of the hospital, I started drafting how I'd break the news to Spencer without sounding completely pathetic.People get attached to stray cats just by feeding them. Would he feel even a shred of doubt about letting me go?My thoughts were cut short when my phone buzzed, the sound jarring."Maya, get back to the office. Now."***In the dim corridor, Spencer crushed his lips against mine, harsh and unrelenting.I flinched, trying to pull back, pain tightening my face. His eyes darkened."Don't frown." His voice was ice-cold.I didn't need him to say the rest. '...Because then you won't look like her.'Humiliation crept in, quiet and sharp.He, on the o
The next moment, Spencer ripped his hand from mine and strode toward Fiona, as if drawn by an invisible string.Everything else—the church, the guests, even me—blurred into the background. The only thing in sharp focus was the two of them.Of course. The second she showed up, I'd already lost."I'm here, Spencer. Let's never be apart again," Fiona declared, snatching a microphone from one of the staff. Her words rang out boldly, unapologetically.Without missing a beat, Spencer took her hand and led her toward the church doors.Around me, murmurs swelled into a chorus of whispers. I forced a smile, stretching my lips painfully, trying to save face. But the tears came anyway, blurring my vision.Through the haze, I watched them fade, their figures melting into the fog of my tears.But then, Fiona stopped suddenly and spun around.She pointed at my wedding gown, her voice dripping with venom."I want that dress back. It's mine."The audacity hit like a slap, but before I could
Back at the house Spencer and I once shared, my fingerprint was gone from the system.A few suitcases sat by the doorstep, their contents thrown together.This was it. Everything I'd gathered over years of loving him.I crouched, rummaging through the mess when the door creaked open.The door creaked open, catching me off guard.Fiona stood there, smug. "Maya Lane, you still have the nerve to show up here? If I'd been stripped in front of everyone like you were, I'd find some quiet hole to crawl into and die of shame."I ignored her, focused on finding the one thing I needed.When I didn't respond, Fiona dangled something in front of me. "Looking for this?"In her hand was a simple black hair tie, adorned with a small yellow daisy.To anyone else, it was cheap. But I'd kept it for so long that most of the yellow paint on the daisy had chipped away, leaving it faded and speckled.It was my most precious belonging."Give it back," I said, reaching for it.She yanked it away.
I never thought I'd hear from Spencer again.When his call came, I was stuck in a hospital bed, watching my blood churn through the loops of a dialysis machine.I ignored most of his calls—too wiped out to care.When I finally picked up, his voice hit me, sharp and demanding."Maya, just help me one last time. We can't let anyone keep attacking Fiona like this."Before I could even process, Clara yanked the phone out of my hand."Help you? Are you kidding me?" she snapped. "You and Fiona deserve every bit of the backlash you're getting! If your perfect little princess can't handle it, maybe she shouldn't have messed with someone else's fiancé! Don't ever call Maya again, Spencer. Go back to Fiona, your precious little train wreck, and leave her alone!"When I left the hospital, the doctor's words followed me out: treatment would only get more expensive.But honestly? What was the point?I decided I wasn't going back.***When we got back to Clara's place, Spencer was waiting
And so, I began the story Spencer had asked me to share:The Sauns were ridiculously rich, living in this massive estate with a garden straight out of a fairy tale.My family? The complete opposite. I lost my parents when I was three, so my grandfather raised me.Funny enough, he worked as the Sauns' gardener.Mrs. Saun, probably feeling sorry for my grandfather juggling his job and a toddler, gave us a place to stay.She even let me wander around the estate like I belonged there.She always wanted a daughter, and honestly? I was a cute kid. My grandfather made sure I was always neat and polite, which won her over fast.She spoiled me with pretty dresses, hair ties, and headbands, like I was some kind of doll.The staff served me the same meals as her son, Spencer, and she gave me my own room so I didn't have to cram into the servants' quarters with my grandpa.She even handled my legal stuff, making sure I had proper papers and enrolling me in the same fancy academy as Spence
The story ended.Silence hung heavy in the room.The sympathy in their eyes shifted—now it was all contempt and judgment.Finally, a bold reporter broke the tension. "Mr. Saun, if that's the case, why did you keep someone like her around after rebuilding SaunCorp?"Spencer's smile was bitter. "Probably because she looks too much like Fiona. I know it was wrong—wrong to hurt the person I love most and... wrong to hurt Miss Lane as well."What happened at the wedding wasn't Fiona's fault. She's suffered so much, and we're deeply sorry for everything Miss Lane went through."Fiona was consumed by guilt after everything. She's too kind, too fragile. She couldn't even attend today's press conference—she's been unwell, carrying the weight of all this."The reporters ate it up. A noble, tragic golden couple.Sure, they had flaws, but who could really blame them?As the press conference ended, the narrative flipped.A live broadcast of the whole event was already spreading online, fa
Spencer's Side Story:My name is Spencer.The woman I claimed to love the most had been gone for two years.But I wasn't worthy of saying love.I'd lived in lies, refused to believe her, and broke her trust. Someone like me had no right to speak of love.Every time I lit a candle for her, the flame went out before it could burn. I was sure it was her way of telling me she hadn't forgiven me.The kidney she gave me had started failing, but it didn't matter. She should've taken it back.My company? Gone. Swallowed up completely. The trade secrets I guarded so carefully were leaked to competitors.It was Clara. I'd caught her in my office once, but honestly? I didn't care. She'd always cared about Maya more than I ever did.I ended up in a tiny, run-down room—barely ten square meters—in the worst part of town. I had no money, not even enough for the medication to keep my kidney functioning.Then, one day, the ache got worse.A drunk stumbled into my room. I should've thrown him
Spencer started pulling away, colder with every passing day. Fiona, though, stayed just as sugary sweet as always.Then one morning, the three of us got kidnapped on the way to school.The second Fiona saw a chance, she bailed—didn't even look back at Spencer or me.When Spencer spiked a fever, I did what I had to do. I endured the kidnappers' disgusting hands all over me.In that moment, it felt like I was right back in those awful nights of my childhood, when the butler's hands went where they had no right to be.Past and present blurred together in my mind, tearing me apart from the inside.When the Sauns and Wores finally showed up with help, I was kneeling next to Spencer, breaking off pieces of stale bread and feeding him carefully. Blood had dried on my thighs—I hadn't even had time to clean it.When Spencer woke, he reached for Fiona, holding her like she was his lifeline, swearing he'd love and cherish her forever.I didn't bother defending myself. He'd never really be
The Sauns were filthy rich. They lived in this massive, isolated villa with sprawling gardens that felt more like a fortress.My family? Dirt poor. My parents died when I was three, so my grandfather raised me.By some twist of fate—or maybe just bad luck—he worked as the Saun family's gardener.Mrs. Saun hated having me around. She thought I was a nuisance and decided my grandfather needed to go.He dropped to his knees, begging her not to fire him. He promised we wouldn't cause any trouble, that we just needed a roof over our heads.I didn't get it at the time, but something about little Spencer's frail, pale face caught her attention.My grandfather got to keep his job. And somehow, Mrs. Saun even found us a place to stay.However, there were rules. Strict ones. I wasn't allowed to wander anywhere outside the servants' quarters.At night, the old butler's strange touches began.I didn't fully understand, but I knew it was wrong. His cold, damp fingers and creepy stare made
SaunCorp called another press conference to drag me through the mud.Why do rich people love turning their messes into public spectacles?Fiona stood on stage, crying her crocodile tears, playing the helpless victim.And then, bam!Clara kicked the doors wide open.Suddenly, all eyes were on her.Nobody knew where she got that megaphone, but it didn't matter."You bitch!" she screamed, her voice booming through the hall.Before security could stop her, she was on stage.She grabbed Fiona by the hair, slammed her head onto the table with a sickening crack, then yanked her back up and started slapping her—hard and fast. Left, right, repeat."Lying snake! Keep playing the victim! You won't stop until Maya's dead, huh? Fine—let's both go down!"The chaos finally ended when the bodyguards dragged Clara away.Fiona lay crumpled on the floor, like a rag doll someone had tossed aside. Spencer was already crouching over her, trying to shield her, but her face was so swollen she was
Clara's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me? Spencer might not know the full story, but she does. What's her plan? Take your kidney and magically save her life? Really?" Her voice cut through the air, sharp and furious.I fought the urge to laugh.'She doesn't want my kidney,' I thought, 'She wants to use public pity to push me over the edge. She can't find a donor and can't stand that I walked away with Spencer's money. There's no way she'd let me enjoy any of it.'I raised a hand to signal Clara to chill, then leaned back to watch the show.The once-mighty CEO of SaunCorp, a man who used to rule the boardroom, had apparently switched careers to social media influencer.Every night, without fail, he'd go live with his beloved Fiona. Same time, same scripted sob story, always hammering the same points.They claimed I'd promised to donate my kidney but bailed after demanding a fortune, leaving Fiona's surgery on hold and her life supposedly dangling by a thread."Maya, I'm begging y
I'd been on my best behavior lately—so much so, even the staff sounded more relaxed when they updated Spencer.He stopped by a few times to check in, asking if I needed anything.I didn't hold back. Every time, I asked for money.Eventually, he handed over a card and kept topping it off. Whenever he showed me the latest transfer, I'd down a whole bowl of that custom-made, super-nutritious soup right in front of him without a second thought.Finally, I hit the weight goal needed for surgery.Spencer and Doctor Bever were thrilled.They took me to Doctor Bever's private hospital, where he handled the exam himself."What the...?!"His sharp yell cut through the room. But realizing Spencer was just outside, he quickly dropped his voice."Your kidney has issues?"I sat up, fixing my clothes, and stared him down. "I'm not gonna last much longer anyway. These last two months of your over-the-top care? They've been the most comfortable days I've had in years."I'd already lost one k
My thoughts wandered back to when Spencer was first diagnosed with kidney failure.Before the surgery, everything had seemed so perfect. It was a top-tier private hospital—fancy, spotless, with state-of-the-art facilities.The place was funded by the Wore family, and the lead surgeon was Doctor Bever, someone who'd cared for Fiona since she was a kid.That gave me a strange sense of comfort.But when I woke up, I wasn't in that luxurious hospital anymore.I was in a dingy clinic.The pain hit first—the searing, gut-wrenching ache as the anesthesia wore off. A dim, flickering light swung above me, making my vision swim.The door creaked open, groaning like it might fall off its hinges.A round-faced nurse peeked in, startled to see me awake. After a quick check, she rushed off to find the doctor.Their dialect was thick, impossible for me to understand.I stayed there for six months, trapped in that grimy, unfamiliar place, before the Saun family finally remembered to come and
For over a decade, I thought I couldn't survive without Spencer.Turns out, life was simpler without him.In the fishing village, most young people had moved away, leaving behind the elderly—people who'd watched Clara and me grow up.They didn't use smartphones and had no clue about the online world. Here, I felt no malice, just warm, familiar smiles.Clara went back to being a nurse at a clinic in town. With little else to do, I spent most of my time wandering down to the shore to watch the moon.The sea breeze carried that faint fishy smell I'd known forever.I'd always liked crescent moons more than full ones. Grandpa used to laugh and say, "The full moon's better—it's round and perfect, a sign of unity."I missed him.If life could stay this peaceful, I wouldn't need anything else.But one night, during my usual walk to the shore, everything changed.Someone grabbed me from behind, pressing a cloth over my face. It reeked of chemicals. I tried to fight, but darkness swall
The story ended.Silence hung heavy in the room.The sympathy in their eyes shifted—now it was all contempt and judgment.Finally, a bold reporter broke the tension. "Mr. Saun, if that's the case, why did you keep someone like her around after rebuilding SaunCorp?"Spencer's smile was bitter. "Probably because she looks too much like Fiona. I know it was wrong—wrong to hurt the person I love most and... wrong to hurt Miss Lane as well."What happened at the wedding wasn't Fiona's fault. She's suffered so much, and we're deeply sorry for everything Miss Lane went through."Fiona was consumed by guilt after everything. She's too kind, too fragile. She couldn't even attend today's press conference—she's been unwell, carrying the weight of all this."The reporters ate it up. A noble, tragic golden couple.Sure, they had flaws, but who could really blame them?As the press conference ended, the narrative flipped.A live broadcast of the whole event was already spreading online, fa