My breath grew shallow, and my eyes subconsciously turned red.

"Oliver Adams, do you love me that much? But I was just a passer-by in your life. I'm not worth lingering over."

Suddenly, Oliver's face darkened, and he looked as if he wanted to devour me whole.

Recognizing that expression from his boxing matches, I realized he was truly angry.

Fear gripped me, and I instinctively tried to flee, but he forcefully pressed my chin down, forcing me to look at him. "I'll ask you again, who is he?"

I resisted. "Let me go."

Seeing that I was so stubborn for a man, Oliver laughed in anger, his face growing increasingly twisted.

He pulled me onto the bed and looked down at me. "I won't let you have it easy."

Oliver had insatiable sexual needs and seemingly boundless energy.

Angered, I took a step back and shouted, "You're already with Lamia. You're betraying her!"

Oliver looked at me with utter indifference, yet he did not advance further. Instead, he reached for a camera on the bedside table and remarked, "But didn't you also betray him?"

I never expected Oliver to become so crazy three years later.

Filled with anger, I was about to reach for the camera when he pushed me back onto the bed.

"Let me remind you that you willingly came to sleep with me. It won't be so simple for you to leave," he said.

He then put away the camera with disdain, picked up his clothes from the floor, and left the hotel room.

Clutching the blanket tightly against my chest, I helplessly watched his departing figure.

I had never anticipated things would take such a turn.

To be precise, I had underestimated Oliver's madness.

He was a man consumed by desires and violence, and since retiring from professional boxing, that fierce hostility had been simmering within him.

Day after day, year after year, he had waited for this moment to explode.

News of Oliver carrying me away at the party spread quickly, causing a stir among the club members.

Gossips and whispers followed me wherever I went, making it uncomfortable for me to work in the club.

In order to avoid trouble, I made a conscious effort to meet Oliver. However, Lamia had other plans.

One day, while I was providing physical therapy to someone, Lamia removed her boxing gloves and tossed them to me.

"Ms. Caldwell, can you box?" she asked.

I was stunned, uncertain of Lamia's intentions.

Others in the room seemed to understand her intent and chimed in, "Ms. Caldwell studied boxing, so she must have some basic skills. Why not have a friendly match?"

Lamia was a professional boxer. Accepting her invitation would undoubtedly be asking for trouble.

Just as I was about to decline, Lamia calmly interjected, "It's just a friendly match. Please don't think too badly of me, Ms. Caldwell."

I forced a laugh and replied, "No, I'm simply worried that you won't enjoy it. Perhaps you could play with Emery instead?"

"I won't go too hard," she said, seeming to be sure of victory. Her demeanor suggested she wouldn't accept any refusal.

The others immediately started encouraging us, eagerly waiting for the fun.

Caught in a dilemma, I furrowed my brow

It seemed that accepting this match was my only option.

I put on boxing gloves and cautiously defended against Lamia's powerful strikes..

Once she stepped into the ring, Lamia transformed into a different person, exuding aggression that contradicted her earlier seemingly polite comment about not going too hard on me.

I found myself continuously pushed back, drenched in sweat within moments.

"Ms. Caldwell, I heard that you're a good flirt. Even with a sugar daddy, you still try to seduce Oliver. Others might think highly of you, but you're just a seductress," Lamia taunted.

Lamia's words made me furious. Just as I was about to fight back, a left hook from Lamia sent me crashing to the ground.

Despite the protective gear, the impact rattled my head.

Shielding my face with my arms, I tried to defend myself, but Lamia took advantage of it to land more hits.

Although I lacked practical experience, I had already learned a lot of boxing skills from my previous nursing work with Oliver.

So, while Lamia momentarily let her guard down, I quickly rolled to the side and punched her.

However, before my fist could connect, she covered her face and let out a loud scream.

Confusion overwhelmed me as Lamia accused me of being excessively cruel and disregarding our colleague's friendship.

"Ms. Caldwell, is it because Oliver chose me that you treated me so mercilessly? I was foolish enough to consider her a friend, but I didn't expect I would annoy you."

"Are you serious? I didn't..." I attempted to protest, but before I could finish my sentence, I saw Oliver rush into the ring, holding Lamia, who lay on the ground.

I naturally bit back my words.

I didn't know when Oliver had arrived or how much of the match he had seen.

However, seeing Oliver's concerned expression as he asked Lamia if she was in pain, I knew everything was meaningless.

Lamia nestled into Oliver's arms, quietly sobbing, and I was like the other woman watching this farce.

It sickened me, not only their actions but also my own involvement in this farce.