His True Colors Revealed by a Dog

I have been with Jim Gabriel for almost two years. He is a wealthy second-generation in others' eyes—gentle, rich, and extremely considerate to me. I once thought I was lucky. That was until my aunt came to dinner last month. At the dinner table, my aunt smiled and said she had a little treasure at home named Sarah. "That little girl is beautiful, lovable, and has such a gentle temperament." I didn't pay much attention at the time, thinking she was talking about a relative's child. But I saw Jim Gabriel's eyes light up. It was an undisguised covetousness for beauty. I suddenly remembered that everyone around him had always been of top-notch appearance. Before, I lied to myself that it was just a coincidence. After that day, Jim Gabriel changed. He no longer took the initiative to ask me out for dinner, and his replies to my messages became perfunctory. I knew in my heart that his novelty had worn off again. I just didn't expect his infidelity to come so quickly and so absurdly. On Friday afternoon, he asked me to meet at our usual Western restaurant. Sitting opposite me, he no longer had his usual gentleness. "Wendy Scott, let's break up." My hand holding the coffee cup paused, but I didn't look up. "Reason," I asked. He fell silent for a few seconds, his tone carrying a hint of self-righteous affection. "I met someone I was destined to be with in a past life." I finally looked up at him, my eyes filled with sarcasm. He acted as if he didn't see it, took a check out of his bag, and pushed it in front of me. "One million," he said. "I know you know Sarah. Help me pursue her, and this money is yours." Sarah. As expected, it was her. I stared at the check, my fingertips cold. Two years of feelings ultimately worth one million, and I was even asked to be his accomplice. I laughed, picked up the check, and put it in my bag. "Sure, I'll help you." Jim Gabriel sighed with relief, his eyes full of complacency. He probably thought that like all vain women, I could be bought with money. Only I knew that at that moment, the seed of revenge had taken root in my heart. The day after we broke up, Jim Gabriel's Moments exploded. He posted a blank picture with the caption: "Meeting you, my destined one, Sarah—for the rest of my life, it's you." His friends commented one after another, asking who Sarah was. Some guessed she was a rising internet celebrity, others a wealthy heiress. Many people came to ask me, after all, I was his ex-girlfriend, so logically I should know something. I only replied: "She's very nice and deserves to be cherished." The more mysterious it was, the more curious everyone became. People online began to dig into Sarah's identity, and all kinds of speculations emerged one after another. Jim Gabriel obviously enjoyed this feeling of being the center of attention. He started launching a money offensive. He called me and said he had bought a river-view villa and asked me to pass it on to Sarah. "Wendy, tell Sarah this is a gift for our first meeting," his tone filled with a condescending sense of superiority. I agreed, went through the handover procedures with the property management, and kept the villa keys.