Exposing His Bankrupt Act Turned Me Into a Queen

Three years ago, my rich boyfriend, Steven Delaney, went into bankruptcy. He decided to break up with me so that he wouldn't drag me down.

As I looked at his broken expression, I steeled my heart and ripped the overseas college application I had just received.

"I'll stay with you. Together, we can rebuild your legacy."

Everyone told me that I was nuts. Still, I decided to move into a damp basement room with Steven. After that, I took on a job out in the streets that allowed me to earn money the fastest, which was promoting beer to the customers.

One day, when I'm delivering beer to the customers, one of them calls out to me.

"Hey, this lady looks like you!"

There are two screens being shown on a livestream, that's being replayed. The left screen shows me crouching at the doorway of the basement while washing shirts for Steven. It's so cold that my fingers have gone completely red.

The right screen shows him all dressed up in a smart-looking suit. He has an arm wrapped around a beautiful and well-dressed woman, and they're both sitting in a luxury car.

Steven smiles at the camera and says, "This is my third year lying to my girlfriend about my financial situation. Till now, she still hasn't realized the truth! She really is a pathetic idiot!"

The live comments keep popping up on the side.

"You really know how to make things interesting, Mr. Delaney! I can't believe you're capable of coming up with the whole 'pretending to be broke in order to test your girlfriend's humanity' act!"

"What exactly is that lady aiming for, honestly? She's just someone who sells beer! Does she seriously think she's in a romance drama?"

"Oh, this is hilarious! That penniless girlfriend of his is even washing underwear for him! The truth is, the underwear belongs to the Delaney family's household staff!"

I stared at the screen in disbelief, my ears ringing as Steven Delaney's mocking smile stared right back at me.

That face was far too familiar to me. On the corner of his right eye was the scar he'd gotten fighting for me back then.

Steven had laughed and said it was a badge of honor for loving me.

But now, he was mocking me together with others, calling me a "beer lady", when he knew perfectly well how much I hated that nickname.

It was as if my heart stopped beating in that instant. I stood frozen in place, so out of it that I didn't even notice the customer sliding his hand onto my waist.

He said, "So, it really is you in that live stream? You're better off coming with me, missy. It's better than serving someone who treats you like a joke—"

I snapped back to my senses when the customer's greasy breath brushed against my ear.

Not bothering to wipe away my tears, I instinctively pulled a can of pepper spray from my bag and sprayed