All Chapters of When He Insulted Me, I Chose Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Opening Nicolas Cleave's profile, I only found a few scattered complaints, but it was enough for me to guess his identity."She got her nails done again today. My mom said women like this are impossible to live with. Who knows if those things might affect having kids.""So, what if she earns a bit of money? Even her boss at the company looks at her weirdly. Who knows what kind of nonsense she’s been doing behind my back."Scrolling through these posts, I couldn’t help but laugh out of anger.This was probably a burner account Nicolas had created just to insult me. We had been dating for a year, and the account's earliest post was from ten months ago. I had to give him credit for keeping up the pretense for so long while holding so much resentment toward me.After comforting the people tagging me for this, I closed the app.Just then, Nicolas messaged me."Baby, New Year's coming up. Do you want to spend it at my place? My parents are looking forward to meeting you."I casually replied,

But unexpectedly, the "capitalist" decided to show a bit of kindness. "I don’t need you for work. Where are you going?" I replied honestly, "Heading home with my boyfriend for a visit." I hadn’t dealt with Nicolas, so I didn’t want to reveal anything just yet. If word spread at work, it wouldn’t look good for me. Besides, I had a few good friends in the office, and if they found out, they’d probably be furious. I didn’t want their holidays ruined by him. "..." Aaron sent a bunch of dots. I thought that was the end of the conversation, but he sent another message. "You two... aren’t married yet, right?" The fact that my boss was prying into my personal life caught me off guard. Still, considering our history, I could technically call myself his senior from our university days. Maybe this wasn’t too inappropriate. "That’s right." Even though my thoughts were running wild, I still kept my reply straightforward. "Then isn’t it a bit inappropriate to spend the holidays

Oh, so this was their way of asking for money? “What gift?” “You didn’t forget what we talked about yesterday, did you?” Nicolas’ face darkened. I put on a look of sudden realization. “Oh! Right, I remember now.” Pulling out my phone, I pretended to take a call. “Yes, okay. Just leave it at the door.” Nicolas’ mother immediately assumed I had brought more gifts and broke into a delighted smile as she hurried to open the door. “Oh, you’re so thoughtful! Coming all this way and still bringing gifts.” I smiled politely. “Just a little something, ma’am. No need to thank me.” A few seconds later, Nicolas’ mother returned, her expression sour, carrying a carton of milk. When Nicolas saw what she was holding, his face fell as well. “This is the gift you prepared?” I casually crossed one leg over the other and replied with a shrug, “Yep. What did you think it was?” The three of us stared at each other in tense silence, broken only by Nicolas’ little brother, who came runni

“You! Mr. Ford, whatever’s going on between me and my girlfriend is none of your business.”Nicolas looked like he was on the verge of exploding, but he didn’t dare push too far. Despite his anger, he knew better than to offend someone like Aaron. He might be clawing his way through the business world, but going against Aaron? That was a losing battle. Seeing the situation spiraling, I knew it was time to step in. I pulled out my phone, opened the profile page of Nicolas’ burner account, and held it up to his face. “Nicolas, just because I once cared about you out of some lingering high school nostalgia doesn’t mean you get to treat me like a doormat. Did you really think you were clever? That you could hide behind a fake account, throw insults around, and I’d never find out?” He clearly underestimated the power of the internet. Those eagle-eyed netizens had done their homework and tracked me down as his girlfriend without missing a beat. Nicolas paled for a split second when

So, I was his plus-one for the gala. Seriously? Were all the other women in the world dead? If not, there was always Wendy, his secretary. Why on earth did this fall to me? “Sorry, I really didn’t have any other choice. I had to trouble you, Senior,” Aaron leaned down to murmur near my ear. From this angle, I could see the small beauty mark at the corner of his eye, paired with his sharp nose and faintly flushed lips. For some inexplicable reason, it made my head feel just a little dizzy. “Alright, it’s just a gala,” I thought. Free food, free drinks, and it would all wrap up by ten—no harm done. At least, that was what I told myself. Still, I was mentally prepared to work and maybe help Aaron dodge a few drinks or handle the inevitable small talk with people he’d have preferred to avoid.But surprisingly, it was just an ordinary charity gala. Most people who approached Aaron only stopped by to greet him, while a few cast me looks that lingered a little too long. Did I car