Chapter 1Out of Character: My Trophy Boyfriend is Actually a Yandere

By the fifth year of our sugar daddy/sugar baby arrangement, he had become a household name, a superstar who no longer needed me.

He started staying out all night and stopped clinging to me, whispering sweet nothings.

The torment of his hot-and-cold attitude was excruciating.

On my fifty-third sleepless night, I finally couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my phone, ready to call him and have a massive blowout fight.

Suddenly, rows of bullet comments flashed before my eyes:

[LOL, why is this cannon fodder male side character pushing his luck? A mere Beta actually thinks he can keep the protagonist top, an S-rank Alpha?]

[Let him call and throw a tantrum. Once he does, Best Actor Song will realize how wonderful his gentle, lovable Omega little assistant is, and kick him to the curb!]

[The Best Actor is going to dump him sooner or later anyway. After all, who would love an aging, broken Beta? Our precious bottom, who has a 98% compatibility rate and can release soothing pheromones, is so much better...]

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The transatlantic call had barely begun to ring.

Song Qingyu answered almost instantly.

"Is it time for your check-in again, brother?"

His deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of exhaustion and resignation.

It was so obvious.

Why hadn't I noticed it before?

The hysterical questions I had prepared choked in my throat, leaving me momentarily stunned.

Song Qingyu quickly continued his report: "I just finished hair and makeup, we're shooting on location soon... Brother, look at this, it's from that place we ate at three years ago. Zhou Zhou specifically woke up early and waited in line for two hours to buy it for me..."

Zhou Zhou. The protagonist bottom mentioned in the bullet comments, the little assistant who had been with Song Qingyu for less than a year.

I don't know when it started, but it felt like he couldn't go three sentences without mentioning Zhou Zhou.

The signs had been there all along. I had just been too careless, too blind.

A suffocating, surging pain gripped my heart.

I suddenly felt incredibly tired. I interrupted Song Qingyu's endless chatter:

"Let's just end it here. I'm going to sleep."

Dead silence fell over the line.

"That's all you have to say?"

"Yeah."

Usually, my check-in calls lasted twenty minutes at a minimum.

Today, it was under five. Song Qingyu must be breathing a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, he lowered his overly excited voice, a barely detectable tremor leaking through: "Brother, th-then wait for me to go to the bathroom..."

"There's no need."

Being forced to say cheesy things like "I love you forever" and "I miss you so much" won't be necessary from now on.

I forced myself to speak: "Goodnight."

Then, I swiftly hung up the phone.

And casually turned it off.