The next day, Rock hurried out to find someone to deal with the matter, leaving me, who was emotionally unstable, at home.

The situation became worse and worse. Netizens posted my edited ugly photos online, and the comments on my Instagram changed from blessings to sarcastic questions. I felt very embarrassed.

Although Rock told me not to worry about it, I still couldn't stand the feeling of being wronged.

I sent a message to the number who contacted me on Valentine's Day night.

[Did you post this to slander me? Do you know how important a marriage proposal is to a girl?]

The person replied to me quickly.

[Haha, you are not only a thief but also a bitch. You are so disgusting!]

[Are you the couple in that proposal scene during the day? Do you have evidence to prove that you are not slandering me?]

There was a long pause, and just when I thought the other party had nothing to say, he sent me several pictures.

I found chat records with the wedding company, design drawings, and payment slips.

[Is that enough? The romance I planned for months was ruined by you!]

I looked at those pictures again and again and didn't find any traces of photo-editing.

Just like Rock said, I was not a vain girl, and I didn't expect a romantic proposal like others.

The probability that Rock lied to me was very high. I couldn't stand the fact that the person whom I had been in love with for five years and whom I would entrust the rest of my life to treat me like a clown in such a big matter.

I sat at home for a whole day, and Rock came back.

As soon as he entered the room, he looked worried and said that the situation was difficult to deal with because the blogger refused to delete the post.

However, I didn't shed tears as he expected but watched him perform until he stopped.

"Before that, why don't you tell me why you lied to me?"

Rock's first reaction was to use his old tricks again, accusing me of not trusting him and insulting our love.

Finding that I was not as panicked as yesterday but wanted to complain about the wedding company, he finally admitted it.

"Olivia, I really didn't spend any money on the scene. It's wrong to lie to you, but I have my reasons."

He tried to pull my hand with the diamond ring on it. "You have always been considerate. When we first met, you didn't even want me to buy you a cup of coffee."

When we met for the first time, he was a thin and poor student. I didn't know him well, so I didn't want to spend his money. We went to the supermarket and came out empty-handed, walking on the street.

After that, Rock fell in love with me, who was kind and pure.

From then on, he would bring me a large bottle filled with water every time we went on a date.

Five years had passed, and I hadn't drunk coffee or beverages since.

To please me, Rock worked part-time for several months to earn enough money to buy the big diamond ring on my hand.

"I had no money left after buying the ring, but I wanted to fulfill your dream of having a romantic proposal. Olivia, please help me."

"How?"

Rock's answer made me feel that he had changed.

"You can register an account, and we'll act together. My sister has connections, and maybe we can even sell goods through livestreaming."

I took out the diamond ring and threw it on the ground, interrupting this man who was becoming more and more excited as he spoke.

"Why are you so sure that I will cooperate with you? Because of this fake diamond ring?"

This morning, one of my classmates who owned a jewelry store posted a comment on my Instagram.

[I didn't believe you were so vain at first, but after seeing you showing off your diamond ring, I believed it. It's so funny. Your diamond ring is fake.]

Rock's stammering in defense was so funny that I laughed out loud.

"I won't act with you. You can return this diamond ring and compensate that couple."

Rock was more heartbroken than I was.

"How come you become like this? Diamond rings are just a lie for women. I'll buy you another one. I guarantee you that others won't be able to tell it's fake. Are you satisfied?"

"I'm not a vain person, but I don't like you, a hypocritical loser. Let's break up!"

After I said this, we were both stunned. I suddenly felt relaxed all over.

The next second, a slap hit me in the face.

Before I could recover from the severe pain, I saw Rock's twisted face.

"How dare you break up with me? During the five years we've been together, you spent my eight thousand dollars. Now you want to run away?"

Rock had always been gentle and calm, and he had never hit me before.

But at this moment, he hit the girl he said he would protect for his whole life.

I screamed, "I always split the bill with you. I spent more than eight thousand dollars on you!"

I tried to run away, but he grabbed my hair and pulled me back in anger, causing pain in my scalp.

The door suddenly opened, and I looked up at my savior who came in.

It was Rock's sister Vivian Smith. We had always had a good relationship, and she often asked me to buy things for her.

"Vivian, help me! Rock is crazy!"

Vivian walked up to me with a worried look on her face and grabbed Rock. Just when I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she said some cruel words.

"Rock, how can you hit a girl in the face and leave marks? It will be embarrassing if she tells others about this."

She turned to me and said, "Olivia, Rock has such a good temper. Why did you drive him into a corner? Aren't you just scolded by netizens? What's the big deal?"

I looked at them in disbelief.

Hearing what Vivian said, Rock raised his fist again ferociously.

As Vivian stepped back, she locked the door and excitedly raised her phone to take photos.

"After you beat her, she will obey you."

My mobile phone!

While I was beaten, I crawled to the coffee table, picked up my cell phone, and rushed to my room as fast as I could to lock the door.

Rock tried to grab me but only tore off some of my hair.

There was the sound of banging on the door and Vivian's hypocritical persuasion.

"Olivia, Rock is just saying that out of anger. You have announced your relationship on Instagram, and my family has also acknowledged you. You are making it difficult for us."

Then she lowered her voice to persuade Rock, "Just beat her to make her listen to you. You know it's not easy to find a girlfriend who is so easy to fool."

I couldn't tell which was louder, the sound of the door banging or my heartbeat.

Finally, I found that number. I dialed it and shouted desperately, "Help! Please help me!"

The next moment, Rock broke in and walked towards me step by step like a devil.