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830words2026-01-26 09:08

On the third Valentine's Day after getting married, Michael is griping to his buddy: "Amanda is so old-school. She's like a log in bed!"
"Would I have married her if she weren’t filthy rich? Not a chance."
I stormed off to the club and treated myself to a male model with abs like a Greek god.

Michael couldn't stand it and questions me. I size him up and down and sneer, "Michael, look at that figure of yours! If it weren't for your face, I'd never have chosen you!"
...
When I heard Michael chatting on the phone with his buddy and complaining about me, I was filled with joy, holding a new mobile phone and a bouquet of flowers, standing at the door.
Michael is smoking on the balcony, mumbling, "Meet me at the club tonight. See you there!"
I quietly step back, feeling a pang of pain in my heart.
When Michael was courting me, his family's company was short of funds.

It was me who brought my own money to rescue it.
After the company got through the difficult times, Michael became busier and busier.
We had been married for three years, and our marriage was nothing but routine.
Michael would bring me some gifts from time to time, funny, I actually believed we were happy.

Unexpectedly, he doesn't value me anymore.
It's only been three years of marriage, and he couldn't stand it now.
Since that is the case, I don't need to pretend anymore neither.
I turn around and casually throw the gifts into the trash can, and head straight for the club.
It is just about spending money to have fun.
If he wants to play games, I can do this all day..
The summer evening was hot and heavy with a hint of romance. Valentine's Day activities could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, couples filled the streets.
As soon as I parked my car, the club manager comes over.
"Miss Amanda, are you alone today?"
"Yes. Find me someone young, with a good figure and up to a good time."
Before getting married, I came here quite often to entertain some of my clients.
The quality of men in this club is quite good.
The manager led me into a private room, and then a row of male models came in.
They are all around six feet tall with rock-hard abs.
Tsk tsk, a woman's preference is just like this, right?
I'm looking at them and was about to speak when a young guy rushes in and stands at the end.
His face is flushed, and there is a kind of clearness in his eyes that is a bit like that of a college boy.
I reached out and pointed. “That one’s mine.”
The rest faded away, leaving him to step up with a charming grin.
“Darling, I’m Ryan. Twenty-three. Fresh out of college.”
"Today is Valentine's Day. This is for you, my dear!"
He takes out a small pot of mint from nowhere.
It refreshed my mind and made me sober up instantly.
I don't know his intention.
"You said Valentine's Day, right? Are you sure you didn't just take this from a restaurant?"
Ryan says seriously, "No,I bought it. It's for you."
"Why?"
“Darling, someone as gorgeous as you, showing up here on a night like this?
You’ve gotta be nursing a heartbreak.”
I'm speechless and asked Ryan to drink with me.
...
When I finally wake up completely, it is already the next day.
I'm in an unfamiliar big bed, startled.
A good scent of food comes from outside the bedroom.
I look around the apartment,it’s tidy and clean.
I'm still wearing the clothes from yesterday.
Thanks God.
There is only one message on my phone, sent by Michael.
"Sweetheart, I'm working overtime tonight and won't be coming back. Happy Valentine's Day!"
I flip through TikTok.
Michael probably doesn't know that I know his secret account.
In the video, he is surrounded by girls, looking very proud.
The girl next to him looks pure and beautiful. Michael has a good taste.
I download the video and plan to confront him.
At this moment, the door opened and Ryan's face appeared.
"Darling, are you awake? Have some Milk Oatmeal Porridge. I just cooked it, it’s still warm."
Fresh from the shower, drops of water still clung to his hair. His T-shirt hugged his chest, showing off those muscles — damn, he knew exactly how to flirt.
"Ryan, I'll give you 20,000 dollars. Would you help me act out a scene?"
"After it's done, I'll write you a letter of recommendation. I'm friends with the boss of the company you want to join."
Ryan is a bit stunned, and then he laughs. "I don't want your money. I just want you to be my girlfriend for three months. What do you think?"
That's kind of interesting!
Deal!
Michael, hope you can handle the big surprise I prepared for you.