Scattered on the Wind

Morgan Olsen was the most popular girl at Oxnard University—the kind that countless guys secretly admired. That was until one day, when her private photos suddenly exploded across the campus forum.

Overnight, her reputation was destroyed. Her guaranteed recommendation for graduate school was revoked, and even when she walked across campus, strangers openly asked her, “So how much for one night?”

The photos spread like wildfire, and only one person had them—her boyfriend, Dean Lyon.

Completely shattered, Morgan ran to find him, desperate to demand an explanation. However, just as she was about to push the door open, she heard one of Dean’s friends laughing.

“Dean, that move was ruthless. The moment those private photos dropped, Morgan’s reputation was gone, and her grad offer was gone too. Let’s see if she dares to compete with Hazel for anything ever again.”

Another voice chimed in, laughing even harder. “That’s nothing. If she knew that for the past two years, Dean had never liked her at all, or that because he did not want to touch her, he brushed her off during the day and sent his brother to sleep with her at night… Now that would be a gut-wrenching blow, wouldn’t it? Hahaha!”

The words hit Morgan Olsen hard. She clapped a hand over her mouth, barely stopping a scream from escaping. Her face drained of all color, turning deathly pale.

After saying that, the speaker nudged the handsome young man sitting beside Dean Lyon with his elbow, grinning.

“Hey, Jake, how does it feel sneaking around with your brother’s girlfriend for two whole years? I’m dying to know.”

The boy called Jake looked almost identical to Dean. He lifted his glass, lips curling into a careless, mocking smile.

“Tch, what do you think? It’s top-tier,” he said lazily. “Fair skin, soft body, and she sounds great when she cries. She can even take all positions without complaints. Why else do you think I’ve been preparing to transfer schools lately? Moving to Oxnard University makes it way more convenient to keep sleeping with her.”

At last, Dean, who had remained silent, spoke. His voice was as cold and detached as ever, completely devoid of emotion, yet every word cut like a blade, carving Morgan apart inch by inch.

“It’ll be over in a few days,” he said calmly. “If you want to have your fun, do it now. Once Hazel’s spot in grad school has been confirmed, I’ll cut things off with Morgan and formally pursue Hazel.”

“Oh my! Dean, you’re finally going after Hazel?” The group of friends immediately erupted.

“We’ve all seen how devoted you’ve been to her all these years—spoiling her since childhood and giving her anything she wanted. With only one guaranteed graduate slot that Hazel wants so badly, and Morgan being her strongest competitor, you really went all out. Getting close to Morgan, dating her, and then stabbing her in the back like this… That’s ruthless. Genius! You deserve to get the girl finally!”

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