Revenge After Three Years

Synopsis

For three years, I was basically Jonas Reed's personal ATM. I juggled three jobs every day just to keep him afloat, bought him pricey camera equipment, and even hooked him up with connections. And as if that wasn't enough, I had to endure his constant silent treatment and that infamous line from Jonas: "Someone as ordinary as you could never understand art." Everything changed the night I was delivering drinks at a private club and overheard Jonas in a VIP room, making bets with a bunch of spoiled rich kids. Jonas sneered, "I just want to see how much longer that bitch Leona can hang on. "All I have to do is beckon, and she'd crawl back to me just to wash my socks, even if she was on her way to a funeral." I calmly pulled out my phone. I transferred the 100 grand I'd saved up over three years, money I'd set aside for his graduation film, straight into his account. Consider it the funeral fee for our love. The next moment, a system prompt sounded in my head. [The charity storyline for the male lead is officially over. Congrats, host. You've just scored a thousand times cashback. Three seconds left until you break free from this tragic script.]