During our vacation in the Mediterranean, Enoch Robertson's girlfriend sent him a selfie in a bikini, asking him to bring one back for her. Infuriated, I accused her of being shameless and having no sense of decency.

Later that afternoon, a video of me showering went viral online. Panicking, I grabbed my phone and went to find Enoch, only to overhear him and his friends talking by the bathroom door.

"Enoch, you’re really going all out this time," one friend said. "The photos you shared in the group before were way too tame."

"But aren’t you worried that Sage Woods might break up with you when she finds out? Even though the video only shows a side profile, everyone who knows her can easily recognize it's Sage."

Enoch dismissed their concerns, saying, "She’s head over heels for me. She’s threatened to break up ninety-nine times, and each time she begs me to take her back. Now that she’s exposed to everyone, she’ll just cling to me even more."

He continued, "Anyway, she had it coming. Charlotte just asked me to buy her a bikini, and Sage called her shameless. Charlotte is such a sweet girl; I’d never talk to her like that. Who does Sage think she is? It’s about time she learned her lesson."

Feeling sickened, I pressed my lips together, my body trembling uncontrollably. Throughout our three-year relationship, everyone had initially warned me to stay away from Enoch, saying he’d never leave Charlotte, his true love, whom he’d been devoted to for four years.

As I was about to give up, Enoch confessed his feelings and became the picture-perfect boyfriend, always putting me first. He would prepare comforting snacks when I wasn’t feeling well and remember to take me out to try delicious meals he discovered.

During intimate moments, Enoch would repeatedly tell me he loved me. He had a peculiar habit of liking to take pictures and videos. When I discovered this, he promised to delete them, assuring me they made him feel closer to me.

After his relentless pleading and reassurances of privacy, I reluctantly agreed. I never imagined that on the first day of our Mediterranean trip, after a heartfelt moment, I'd casually pick up Enoch’s phone to order food and notice a message alert from someone named "Char Char."

I opened it and saw a picture of Charlotte in a bikini accompanied by a voice message.

"Enoch, I just got home and heard you're in the Mediterranean. The bikinis there are really good quality. Could you get me another one?"

Noticing Enoch’s nickname for Charlotte, my discomfort grew, and I replied curtly, "Miss Perry, Enoch is my boyfriend. Sending revealing photos at night is quite disgraceful."

After a long pause, a voice message came back with a tearful apology. Enoch gently touched my hair, explaining that Charlotte was like a little sister from next door, and I shouldn’t be jealous because he had gone shopping with her when both families visited the Mediterranean previously.

Yet, because Charlotte had cried, Enoch shared my shower video online to appease her. Behind the bathroom door, Enoch continued discussing my body with his friends, and I felt as though I was floating above, disoriented, unable to breathe.

Somehow, I stumbled out of the hotel and flagged down a cab, where I burst into tears. I couldn’t understand how someone who professed his love for me while holding me close could betray me so deeply.

I had sacrificed the chance to travel abroad for a research project with Valerie, my best friend, all for Enoch. Even when Valerie warned me he wasn’t a good match, I rashly cut off contact with her for three years.

Filled with regret, I shakily dialed Valerie’s number. Overwhelmed by humiliation and unease, I hung up after the first ring, unsure of how to share my disgrace and fearing her ridicule.

Before long, the screen lit up, and with a heavy heart, I pressed answer. Valerie's worried voice came through the phone.

"Sage, you stubborn girl! Why didn't you tell me about something this big? I just left the lab and saw a message from our class rep saying there's a viral bathroom video online, and the girl looks just like you. I was planning to call you when you called me."

Her words brought me to tears, and I sobbed uncontrollably, letting all my grievances and pain pour out.

"Enoch Robertson is unbelievable, Sage. Don't worry, you've got me. Come over and see me."

After hanging up, Goldie, the driver, handed me a tissue and asked me in English where I wanted to go. The car had been wandering aimlessly for half an hour.

Just then, Enoch's distinctive ringtone sounded.

"Sage, where did you go? I came out of the restroom and couldn't find you. Something came up last minute, so I changed the flight to tonight. Please come back so we can pack and head to the airport. On second thought, just tell the driver to go straight to the airport; we'll meet there."

I swallowed hard, fighting the lump in my throat.

"Okay."

Once at the airport, Enoch hurried over as soon as he saw me, pulling me with him to check in for the flight.

Even when we finally sat on the plane, I was still in a daze.

I've never seen Enoch, who usually loves to procrastinate, board so quickly, and it's his first time packing his own luggage. Usually, I'm the one who packs while urging him to hurry up.

It wasn't until then that Enoch realized something was wrong and looked at my red, swollen eyes, asking what had happened.

I stayed silent.

With concern written all over his face, Enoch reached out as if to hug me, but I pulled away.

"Sage, what's gotten into you now? Yes, I promised a week in the French Riviera with you before heading back, but something urgent came up, so we have to return. I'll take you on another trip next time, okay? Can you stop being so difficult?" He seemed to notice his harsh tone and softened his voice, "Sweetie, please say something, will you? You're making me worried."

With a bitter smile, I opened my phone and showed him the bathroom video that had topped the trending list.

Seeing the video, a flicker of guilt passed through Enoch's eyes.

"It's just a video, right? I've already asked Axel to take care of it. Don't let it get to you. To me, you'll always be the best. Ignore what those people online are saying."

His righteous words made my skin crawl.

I remembered their conversation in the hotel bathroom.

"Bro, the comments on Sage Woods's bathroom video are all sleazy. She's such a conservative girl. If she finds out her video is going viral, she’ll lose it."

Enoch stayed silent for a while, and then Charlotte's voice suddenly chimed in.

"Brother Enoch, it's my fault. I deserve Sage's anger. You should have that video taken down. I don't mind facing a bit of hardship as long as you two are okay."

Upon hearing Charlotte's teary voice, Enoch quickly comforted her.

"Charlotte, you're too kind-hearted. If Sage dares to call you indiscreet, I'll make sure everyone online calls her shameless. She brought this on herself, the way she talks."

There was a time when wearing a knee-length skirt to dinner with colleagues would infuriate Enoch. He thought it was too revealing and didn’t want me being seen by others.

Now, just to appease Charlotte, Enoch personally released my video for the whole world to see, allowing me to be scorned by strangers.

Our love has turned into a joke, but I'm thankful it's not too late to realize it.

After landing, Enoch handed his luggage to his assistant, Axel, who had hurried over to pick us up. Enoch told me he wanted to take me to a party.

I rubbed my temples, exhausted. "You go to the party yourself. Let Axel take me home."

"Come on, don’t be difficult. Haven't you always said I never take you to meet my friends? There's a welcome party today, and I want you to join me."

Once, this would have thrilled me. But after seeing their true colors, all I felt was a chill of disgust.

"Enoch, I said I want to go home. I'm very tired."

Enoch's face darkened, and without giving me a choice, he shoved me into the car. Axel started to speak up for me, but Enoch fixed him with a steely glare that made Axel quickly hand over the car keys to him and hail a cab for himself.

The car stopped in front of a mansion halfway up the hill. Enoch dragged me out and led me into the garden, where he immediately let go of my hand upon seeing Charlotte.

"Enoch! You’re here! And this must be Sage. You’re so pretty!" Charlotte greeted me with a sugary smile that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Charlotte, having just returned, you might not know. Sage is quite the online sensation now. She's not just pretty. She's the kind of woman who looks good in clothes and... well, you get the picture," said Hector, Enoch's close friend and Charlotte's loyal follower. When I first started seeing Enoch, Hector had privately warned me to break up with Enoch, claiming Enoch was Charlotte’s and only dated me because Charlotte was abroad. At the time, I hadn't taken it seriously.

As soon as he spoke, all eyes began scrutinizing me without shame.

Desperate, I looked to Enoch for help. He merely glanced at me indifferently before Charlotte pulled him over to sit with her, handing him a gift box.

"Charlotte, welcome back."

"Oh, Enoch, I love you so much! I thought Sage wouldn’t let you buy anything for me, but you picked the perfect color. I love it!"

Charlotte opened the gift box to reveal a swimsuit set, then hugged Enoch and kissed him deeply. Enoch embraced her tightly in return.

They kissed passionately, oblivious to their surroundings, while I stood there like a fool, watching it all unfold.

Pale-faced, I turned to leave, but Hector stepped in my way, his eyes hovering over me.

"Come on, don’t leave so soon! Enoch might be ignoring you, but we won't. Why don’t we have a little kiss too?"

"Get lost."

I shouted, furrowing my brows as Enoch looked up with cold eyes.

"Hector, don’t joke with Sage like that. If she gets upset and leaves, you’ll have me to deal with."

Charlotte stood up and walked over to me, leaning in to whisper in my ear, "Sage, you're just a pawn for Enoch to spite me. He dated you out of anger because of my public relationship. And now, you're basking in my light but daring to insult me? Do you know why you guys were back from your trip in just one day?"

"Because I told Enoch I was coming home today and asked him to bring you back early—and make sure you tagged along. Enjoy the party."

With that, Charlotte smiled brightly, took my hand, and gave me a shove. Amid screams, Charlotte fell into the pool with a splash.

Enoch shot to his feet and rushed into the pool.

Wet and shivering, Charlotte clung tightly to Enoch’s shirt, staring at me with fear in her eyes.

"Sage, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were still mad over Enoch buying me that swimsuit. I’ll never dare do it again."

Upon hearing this, Enoch slapped me hard.

"Sage Woods, do you know Charlotte can’t swim? It's one thing to insult her, but you dared lay a hand on her."

"Enoch, don’t waste your breath on someone like her. Let her see what it’s like to drown."

"Yeah, this type of woman needs to be taught a lesson. She knows Charlotte is your true love and keeps bullying her; she doesn’t care about you at all."

Voices echoed from all directions.

With each utterance, Enoch’s gaze toward me grew colder, like a specter from the shadows.

Hearing them talk about drowning, a scene from my deepest memories exploded in my mind.

Terrified, I begged and sobbed.

"No, Enoch! Charlotte fell into the pool on her own! I didn’t push her, I swear!"

Hector and the others advanced, grabbing me and dragging me toward the pool.