Stolen Gold, Live Humiliation: Exposing the Fake Heiress

I’m painfully shy, so the only kind of relationship I ever dared have was an online one. The day I was brought back to my wealthy birth family, the fake heiress burst into tears and said she wanted to give my engagement back. I waved both hands immediately. “No, no. I already have a boyfriend.” The second I said it, lines of text suddenly floated in front of my eyes: [LOL, the evil supporting character is rejecting it so fast now, but just wait—once she sees the male lead, she’ll regret it.] [The male lead only loves the fake heiress. She’s going to use their chat logs to cling to him and make a scene.] [In the end, the heroine gets driven into depression and slits her wrist. The male lead hates her so much he has her beaten, crippled, and locked away in a psychiatric hospital.] What a joke. I’m so socially anxious I can barely talk to strangers. Why would I ever chase after some random man? Then footsteps sounded outside the door. The fake heiress ran over with red-rimmed eyes. “Ethan, this is my sister—your original fiancée.” I turned around and came face-to-face with someone I knew all too well. It was Ethan Pierce, the man I’d been in an online relationship with for six years.