Chapter 1The Idol's Secret

I dated my idol for eight years.

But when my parents pressured me to get married, he refused.

"You're just a canary I keep, a lover who can't see the light of day. You think you deserve to marry me?"

"But you are getting old. Go home and see if there's anyone suitable. Don't say I wasted your time later."

I was in excruciating pain, holding back tears.

I knew from the beginning that he only liked me because I looked 80% like his dead childhood sweetheart.

But I still naively hoped he liked me at least a little bit.

Now, the dream is over, and it's time for me to leave.

Packing my things, I called my mom: "Mom, I agree to the blind date you arranged."

* * *

I was still showering in the bathroom.

Liam suddenly pushed the door open, startling me.

Before I could recover, he pressed me against the cool tiles and kissed me passionately.

His model figure, god-like face that made millions of fans scream, and his unknown seductive techniques made me gradually fall from shock.

From the shower area to the bathtub, and then to the bed.

Suddenly, the abrupt ringtone of the phone cut through the romance in the bedroom.

It rang and was hung up, rang and was hung up... I reached out to grab the phone before Liam, but he smashed it to the ground.

The ringtone rang again.

"Damn it, is there no end?"

Liam completely lost interest. I quickly picked up the phone on the ground, full of apologies.

"It's my mom calling. It might be urgent."

He went into the bathroom unsatisfied.

My mom called again to urge me to get married. I listened to her nagging absently and hung up.

At this time, Liam came out of the bathroom. The anger just now was gone, replaced by a look of indifference.

"Your mom urged you to get married?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to get married?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I wanted to test his reaction, "Yes."

Liam sneered: "Indeed, you are getting old. Go home and see if there is anyone suitable. Don't say I wasted your time later."

Actually, I had expected him to say that.

But when I really heard it, I realized what kind of heart-wrenching pain it was.

I twitched the corners of my mouth, lowered my head and held back my tears.

However, knowing that his words hurt me, Liam didn't coax me. He went to the living room as if nothing had happened, leaving me alone to digest it.

In fact, I have suffered such cold violence hundreds and thousands of times in these eight years.