Chapter 2

Seeing no response from me, Tiffany rolled her eyes and snapped, "Chloe! Are you listening? What should I do?"

In my past life, seeing her bruises and terrified face, I realized that guy had brutally abused her.

That's why I insisted on calling the cops.

But she kept saying no.

I thought she was just scared, so I kept pushing.

Instead, she snapped, slapped me hard across the face, and shrieked:

"Who do you think you are, Chloe?!"

"I said it was roleplay! Are you deaf?"

"A virgin like you has probably never even been touched, so you're just jealous of my sex life!"

Her so-called "roleplay" left her covered in nasty bruises.

Now, I just looked at her calmly, my eyes full of mock confusion.

"What do you mean, what should you do?"

"Didn't you say Marcus was your soulmate?"

I swallowed my hatred, watching her panic.

Before they met, she called him "babe" 24/7.

He bought her designer bags, sent her flowers, and wired her money on PayPal on every holiday.

I knew exactly what Tiffany was thinking. She wanted the luxury, but she didn't want the pain.

But you can't have your cake and eat it too.

Tiffany’s eyes darted around. She quickly denied it. "No, but he didn't care about my consent..."

"Then let's call the cops!"

I cut her off sharply. The moment I mentioned the police, her voice shrank.

She stammered, avoiding my gaze, clearly refusing the idea.

"Well... he's actually really good to me..."

To put it simply, this was the first time she’d met a guy so generous.

At the end of the day, she couldn't let go of the money.

I raised an eyebrow, pretending to understand.

"Right. He buys you bags and flowers."

"He treats you so well. You guys should definitely stay together."

"Just don't involve me in your little kinks."

I smiled and turned to walk away, completely ignoring her pale face.

You called it kink, right?

Then I'll make sure you enjoy it to the fullest.

"Chloe! Chloe!"

Tiffany screamed my name, but I pretended not to hear and walked out.

Standing under the sunlight, I took a deep breath.

For the first time, I felt truly alive.

I immediately called a real estate agent and started looking for apartments that afternoon.

When I graduated college, my friend and I got jobs at the same company.

I originally wanted to rent a place with her near our office, but my mom, Helen, found out.

She demanded that I move in with Tiffany.

"You're going to live with Tiffany so you can look after her."

"Be useful. I shouldn't have to teach you how to do laundry and cook!"

"Just make sure she’s fed, and iron her clothes..."

Tiffany’s apartment was miles away from my office. The daily commute took me two hours.

Not to mention, I had to wait on Tiffany hand and foot.

Of course I hated it.

Tiffany was older than me, yet I was responsible for her entire life.

She acted like a spoiled princess, and I was her maid.

When I refused, Helen threw a massive tantrum, crying and screaming, even threatening to show up at my company to embarrass me. I had to give in.

I didn't know I was stepping into an abyss.

But in this life, I won't make the same mistake.

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