After my best friend became the kept woman of a mysterious billionaire, she had seven abortions within just six months.
My eyes burned red with anger as I scolded her.
“He won’t even marry you, and you’re still throwing yourself at him? What are you doing, Luna?!”
She looked at me steadily for a moment and shook her head.
“You don’t understand. He’s different. He has his reasons.”
I really wanted to pry open her head and see what was inside.
I snatched her phone away, but the moment I glanced at the pinned chat at the top, my heart froze.
The profile picture there was painfully familiar.
It belonged to my husband—Adrian.
…
The words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat. Forcing a strained smile, I said softly,
“Luna… you’ve been deceived. He already has a wife.”
But Luna frowned in confusion as she took the phone back.
“How could that be? Look—his social media is full of photos of me. And all these people who liked them are his relatives and friends. I’ve met them before. They all call me .”
In an instant, my hands and feet turned ice-cold.
I tapped into those profiles one by one.
They were indeed Adrian’s relatives and friends—more complete than the list I had.
So the account I had added all these years… was only his secondary account?
Luna kept chatting happily.
“Oh, by the way, I’m not really getting an abortion this time. Let me tell you a secret—but you can’t tell anyone.”
Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed as she leaned close to my ear and whispered,
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