Chapter 2

Hearing Justin's words, my hands started shaking uncontrollably.

It felt like a balloon had violently popped inside my brain.

Everything matched. Even the insulting $500 monthly pay matched the Reddit comment.

But what about the other girlfriend who wanted to go to Tulum?

Before I could even process this, my phone buzzed again, automatically playing his next voice note:

"If you truly love me and want to marry me, you’d view this as a trial run for our future family life, right?"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us to grow closer. You’ll take it, right, babe?"

I literally laughed out loud from sheer rage. I swiped call, and the moment he picked up, I roared into the receiver:

"You make a decent salary, Justin! Why the hell can't you hire a professional caregiver? Why do you want me, someone who just landed a six-figure job, to be your personal maid?"

"Babe, please don't be mad. Just let me explain the benefits, okay?"

Hearing my fury, Justin softened his voice, putting on his best puppy-dog tone. "Think about it. We’re getting married anyway. If you do this, I’m paying you, and you get to have quality bonding time with my mom. It’ll make living together so much easier after the wedding. Isn't this an amazing deal for you?"

An amazing deal?

"Are you out of your mind, Justin? If it's such an amazing deal, why don't you quit your job and take care of your own mother? I worked my ass off to get this six-figure offer, and you want me to throw away my career to wipe your mom’s counter? For five hundred dollars? Do you have any idea how much a private nurse costs? And you expect me to be grateful for this?"

I slammed the hang-up button, my head throbbing with rage.

Once I calmed down a bit, I opened Reddit again. The post was already flooded with comments calling the poster a cheap, toxic loser.

Then, I saw the poster's update under the top comment:

* [Poster]: I proposed the $500 caregiver gig to her, but she rejected it and blew up at me. How can a woman be this selfish?*

The original commenter replied almost instantly: *[Commenter]: Play the victim, bro. Guilt-trip her. Women are soft-hearted. If she loves you, she’ll break eventually. Once she compromises this time, you’ll have the upper hand in the relationship forever.*

* [Poster]: Thanks, man. I get it now.*

Staring at the screen, my hands wouldn't stop trembling.

This was the nail in the coffin. The poster was Justin.

But then I remembered the Tulum trip post on his profile. A chilling realization struck me. Could Justin... have another girlfriend?

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