She remembered clearly how she had stolen him from Hua Jing. How she had flaunted him, paraded him around at banquets and red carpets, watched Hua Jing's silent expression with satisfaction. Back then, Xu Ming had been ambitious, eager to attach himself to her rising fame. He had whispered promises, sworn loyalty.
Now he claimed they were nothing.
Her nails dug into her palm.
"Coward," she hissed. "All of you are cowards."
She scrolled through the comments under his statement.
"So he finally escaped." "Good thing the Xu family pulled out." "Birds of a feather flock together." "He must have known something."
Each word felt like acid on her skin.
Her breathing grew shallow again, but this time her expression slowly changed. The wildness in her eyes sharpened into something colder. More calculating.
If the world wanted to abandon her, then she would stop begging for its approval.
If she was already ruined, what more did she have to lose?
