There must have been at least 30 condoms in that photo, showing just how wild Shane's night had been.

However, he said 'just'? Didn't he leave with Wren a little while ago?

A wave of doubt crashed over me, and my hands shook as I zoomed in on the photo to take a closer look. That was when I saw the tattoo on the woman's back—it was just like Wren's.

I was so mad that I could not hold back. I grabbed my phone and called Wren right away.

However, to my surprise, Shane picked up.

He acted like he did not know a thing and said in a calm voice, "Mr. Gibson, are you looking for Wren? Oh, she's asleep right now. If it's not important, let's not wake her, okay?"

When I heard those shameless words, I was so mad that I yelled, "You two cheaters! Tell me! What have you done to me? Why do I suffer every time you go out flirting with women?"

However, Shane did not answer. He was too busy boasting in his group chat about not having enough fun and wanting to look for more women to party with all night.

I felt so sick that I started throwing up like crazy, shaking all over because I was so weak.

Shane acted like he did not get it at all.

"Jasper, are you imagining things? You're the one with the problem, but you blame me. You're not just jealous because I'm better at this than you, are you? You're just trying to make Wren like you again by pretending and talking trash about me, huh?

"Well, if you admit you're pretending, I'll stop flirting around."

A new user called "Crimson Queen" had appeared in the group chat, and it instantly dredged up the awful memories of getting sick in my previous life.

Worried he would cause more trouble, I finally said with tears in my eyes, "Yes, you're right! I'm just pretending. Happy now?"

Right then, I heard Wren's angry voice on the other end of the phone. "Jasper, you're hopeless! I want a divorce!"

Shane just laughed and hung up.

After feeling super dizzy again, I used the last bit of my strength to call for an ambulance.

Luckily, they got here fast, and I woke up six hours later.

However, the doctor could not figure out what was wrong with me.

I did not ask any more questions and just asked to leave the hospital. I ran straight to Shane's place. As soon as I swung the door open, I pressed a knife right up to his throat.

"J-Jasper, what in the world are you doing?" he stammered.

I was done playing games with him and glared with all my might. "I'm not here to make small talk. Out with it! Why am I getting sick from all your nasty dating games?"

Shane looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. "What are you even talking about? You don't actually think everyone's out to get you, do you?"

I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Cut the act! Talk, now!"

Shane let out a yelp. "Alright, alright, I'll spill the beans!"

However, in a flash, he switched to a look of sorrow: "Wren, help me!"

Before I knew it, Wren had crept up behind me and smashed a vase over my head. Blood poured out instantly.

"Jasper, how could you lay a finger on Shane? You're asking for trouble!"

Wren did not waste a second and called the cops, saying I needed to be taught a lesson.

With the room suddenly full of officers, Wren played them a recording from that night with Shane.

"Officer, Jasper's convinced Shane's out to get him, but just listen, he admitted he's just been pretending! He even pulled a knife on Shane today. Clearly, he's lost his marbles. Aren't you going to arrest him?"

The cops were on the fence until they heard my voice in the recording. "Yes, exactly! I was only pretending."

Their expressions turned stern, and they slapped cuffs on me.

They warned me seriously, "You're in big trouble for threatening someone's life!"

I fought like crazy, trying to get my words out, but then I caught Shane out of the corner of my eye, laughing and chugging vodka without a care in the world.

Suddenly, my throat felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.

I could not control my arms and legs. They were shaking and twitching as I tried to ask the people around me for help.

However, Wren just laughed calmly.

"See, officer? This faker is putting on a show again! Today's your chance to see it for yourself!"

Everything started to go dark before my eyes. Holding on to my last breath, I grabbed the police officer's sleeve.

"I'm not faking... Please, I need to go to the hospital."

The officer looked at my ghost-white face and realized something was wrong. He quickly got ready to take me out of there.

However, Wren stood in our way, throwing the divorce papers in my face.

"Sign them and then get lost! I can't take this anymore!"

Then, everything went black.

…

When I woke up in the hospital, the doctor was scratching his head, puzzled. He could not figure out why I had gone into an allergic shock when there was no alcohol in my system.

He suggested I might want to talk to a psychiatrist.

I just smiled sadly. I was the only one who knew the truth. The allergy was not mine; it was Shane's. He had somehow made it so that I would face the effects of his allergy.

The police were confused but had to keep me in the hospital because I had threatened someone with a knife.

I decided to use the time to get some rest.

My parents came to look after me for a few days. When they heard about the divorce, they did not say much. They just told me not to worry.

With a smile, I promised them I would not. However, out of nowhere, a terrible pain hit my stomach. It felt like all the strength was being sucked out of me, and I could not stop the darkness from closing in.

Without thinking, I clicked on the group chat for flirts and saw Shane's video of him landing in Southwind Asira. He was laughing and running around the red-light district, yelling, "Guys, I'm in heaven!"

I held my aching back, shaking with anger, wishing I could chop Shane into a thousand pieces.

Right then, a mysterious call came in.

I finally got what was going on.

…

Over the next few days, Shane became famous for his hook-ups on international websites.

Since he was abroad and out of reach of the cops back home, he started flirty live streams on the dark web. He even dared to stream a challenge where he would sleep with as many women as he could in one day.

In my previous life, that challenge killed me. However, this time, I just relaxed and watched his stream. I even sent the link to Wren.

The day of the challenge came, and his stream blew up to the top spot. Shane looked wild with excitement, working hard with all kinds of women. However, when he got to the fifth woman, his expression went weird, and he stopped cold.

The live chat went wild, joking that he could not keep up.

Wren was all over the chat, bombarding him with questions.

[Shane, why go after other women? You said it was just an act, right? Why do this now?]

[Don't you like me anymore? You said I was your treasure, didn't you?]

[I even got a divorce for you. Those other women are nothing compared to me. Please come back! I'll make you happy!]

Wren was losing her mind, and Shane was so annoyed that he just pretended not to see her comments. He planned to continue with his live stream.

However, before he could get back into the groove, in the next second, he embarrassingly failed in front of thousands of live viewers.

The chat exploded with laughter, teasing him for not being able to handle it. He just collapsed, feeling totally weak.

I could not help but laugh until I doubled over when I saw what happened.

Wren's call came soon after. "You loser, what did you do to Shane?"

I just chuckled calmly.