Chapter 3Reborn, I Watch Her Love Obsession Unfold
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"Besides, makeup is full of toxic chemicals. Highlighter especially brings bad luck. I am just looking out for Sophie."
Sophie immediately agreed. "Exactly! Jaxon needs to save his money for our future business ventures."
"Plus, I barely even wear makeup. I am naturally pretty. I am only taking this stuff to prep for our dorm wedding."
"Honestly, Rebecca. When did you get so stingy?"
I stared at her, the corners of my mouth curling up.
"Your skin is incredibly thick. I definitely can't compete with that."
Sophie took that as a victory and let out a smug little hum.
I pulled out my phone and pointed the camera straight at her and Jaxon.
The flash went off. Sophie's head snapped up. "What are you doing?"
"Just keeping some memories." I waved my phone with a bright smile. "Documenting your beautiful life together."
Jaxon's face darkened. He closed the distance between us in two strides and reached out to snatch my phone.
I flipped my hand, caught his wrist, and twisted it hard.
Jaxon panicked and tried to pull away, but I just applied more pressure.
He gritted his teeth. His face turned beet red, and the veins on his forehead popped out.
Sophie screamed from the background. "Rebecca, let him go!"
I ignored her, staring dead into Jaxon's eyes.
He tried to break free twice, but his wrist didn't budge an inch.
Finally, he looked away in defeat and squeezed a sentence out through gritted teeth. "Sophie, give her stuff back."
Sophie's eyes went wide. "Jaxon!"
"I said give it back!"
She reluctantly squatted down and began tossing my things back onto my desk one by one.
My highlighter rolled across the wood and almost fell off the edge.
I caught it smoothly and smiled at her.
"Sophie, you are not taking a single thing that belongs to me."
Jaxon stopped at the doorway. He stiffened his neck, trying to regain some dignity.
"Rebecca, don't you understand basic biology? Men have absolute physical dominance."
"I was just caught off guard. You got a lucky sneak attack. In a real fight, you wouldn't stand a chance."
I didn't even bother looking at him. I was completely exhausted by his existence.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say."
Their faces turned a mixture of green and white before they scurried out the door like rats.
Once Sophie moved into the boys' dorm, the two of them completely lost their minds.
During our Investment Theory class, Jaxon interrupted the professor and plugged in his own USB drive.
The projector displayed a chaotic green candlestick chart covered in arrows and circles.
"These are my trading records from last month." Jaxon pointed at the screen, his voice booming across the lecture hall. "I bought the dip seven times. A thousand percent profit."
The professor pushed his glasses up his nose, thoroughly confused. "What technical indicators are you using?"
"I don't use that garbage. I trade on pure alpha instinct."
The entire class, including the professor, was stunned into absolute silence.
Late at night in the dorm, four shirtless guys would crowd around a laptop playing Minesweeper.
Sophie posted on her social media: "Jaxon is holding a shareholder meeting for our future. He works so hard for me."
Things escalated day by day. Every new event broke my understanding of human stupidity.
Until today, when I came across an anonymous post on the campus forum.
The original poster was furious.
"Can the guys in the boys' dorm stop smoking inside! Do you have any respect for pregnant women???"
"I am about to give birth. If anything happens to my baby, you won't be able to pay for the damages!"
Attached was a photo of a smoke-filled dorm room. In the corner, you could faintly see a bottom bunk draped in pink bedsheets.
I stared at the photo. I analyzed it. I zoomed all the way in.
Sitting on the floor were a pair of ugly bunny slippers.
The purse hanging on the bedpost belonged to Sophie.