A Losing Game of Love novel Chapter 36

"I was with Alex for two years, almost got married, but luckily we didn't, because Alex was secretly keeping a mistress, living off me, eating my food, staying in my house, and even getting work through my family, all while stabbing me in the back."

"Everyone, look at the first picture."

The projection screen displayed the chat records between Alex and Emily. The explicit flirting words immediately sparked gossip among the crowd.

Ophelia, your boyfriend loves me so much, look at the big red envelope he sent me.

Ophelia, your boyfriend bought me so many clothes today, oh, and even gave me a kiss.

The picture showed them kissing passionately.

Alex's face grew darker and darker.

I called everyone from the neighborhood group to come over and watch, and more and more people gathered.

"This is just the beginning, showing affection is light compared to what Emily often sends me—photos and videos of her and Alex spending the night together."

On the screen, glaring images of the couple in compromising positions flashed, accompanied by their sultry, intimate sounds.

Alex was furious and embarrassed, charging towards the screen to kick it down.

But the bodyguard I had hired grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back.

Alex: "Ophelia, I warn you, don't go too far!"

Alex: "Have you no shame?"

My mom shot back without hesitation: "What's this about a good match? Who isn't a university graduate these days? Alex went to a cheap school and really thinks you've raised him like royalty. Back then, you all acted so high and mighty, and now behind the scenes, he's keeping a mistress? And you still want to marry off your daughter to him?"

"I'll tell you, no way!"

Alex's dad: "You're wrong. Our son is capable, but you're too narrow-minded to see it."

"Alex keeping a mistress isn't right, but your daughter has a bad temper. If your daughter wasn't so controlling, this wouldn't have happened."

Both of his parents kept blaming me for not being virtuous, not gentle and considerate enough. In the end, it boiled down to them blaming me for not handing over my family's wealth to them.

After all, they had a son, so how could anyone not offer up their family's assets when they met a man?