The Day I Died, My Boyfriend Was With Another Woman

On the day I died, my boyfriend was with another woman.

He was a man I had rescued from the clutches of rich women.

My condition was for him to be my boyfriend for three years, and he agreed.

I showered him with money, resources, and connections, single-handedly making him famous.

Yet, while he told me we could not date publicly, he casually engaged in fake romance rumors with others for publicity.

One of his rumored girlfriends even came to me with a voice message.

"If it weren’t for using her as a stepping stone, who would bother with someone so dull and boring?"

But after I died, why did he go mad?

I left the hospital, holding the lab report the doctor had given me.

He told me I did not have much time left.

It was a hereditary illness, one without a cure.

As I pulled out my phone, the latest news popped up on my screen. "Top star spotted holding hands with a rising actress late at night."

I scrolled through the comments below, half-interested. Some fans supported it, but most were strongly opposed.

When my driver arrived to pick me up, I put away the report. Once I finished handling things here, I planned to go abroad for treatment.

I sent a message to Felix Johnson, asking where he was and if he had time to come home.

I waited about half an hour with no response.

I called him several times, but unsurprisingly, each one went straight to voicemail.

Sighing, I set my phone down and rubbed my head.

The driver tried to reassure me, saying that Mr. Johnson was probably busy and would return my call when he had a moment.

I couldn’t help but scoff. "What a busy guy, huh? Even busier than me, the CEO. He can’t even pick up his phone all day."

I told the driver, "Stop calling him Mr. Johnson. Just call him Felix from now on. It’s time he fixed his attitude."

When I finally got home, the "busy guy" returned my call. I asked where he was, and he said he was at a celebration banquet.

The background noise was deafening. Before I could finish talking, he hung up on me.

I waited for him, sitting on the couch downstairs until the next morning, when he finally came home.

The moment he walked in, he tried to hug me, but I pushed him away.

"Go take a shower. You reek of alcohol and perfume. It’s disgusting."

He sniffed himself, then went off to shower. When he came back out, he was wrapped in a towel, his hair still dripping wet.

He threw a towel at me and asked, "Can you dry my hair?"

I knew he was trying to play the soft card. Every time a scandal came up, he would come back and sweet-talk me, waiting for the buzz around his show to grow before clearing things up.

I always fell for these little tricks, so I never stayed truly mad at him.

But this time, I refused.

He sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around me.

"Let’s not fight anymore, okay? My career is just starting to take off, and there are so many social events I can’t get out of."

I pushed him away, sitting across from him, ready to have a serious talk.

Just as I was about to speak, he yawned and said he was tired and that we could talk after he woke up.

After he went upstairs, I smiled bitterly to myself.

"See, this is the ungrateful, heartless man I made famous with my own hands."

His phone was still on the table. He had not taken it upstairs with him. It buzzed with several new messages. I thought about checking, but realized he had changed the lock screen password.

I put the phone down, changed into more comfortable clothes, and headed upstairs to get some rest.

But when I went into the laundry room, I found a hotel room key in his dirty clothes, with a lipstick stain on it.

Anger overtook me before I could think. I stormed upstairs and shook Felix awake.

He groggily tried to pull me into his arms, wanting to continue sleeping.

I forcibly woke him up and asked what was going on with the hotel room key. At that point, he was already starting to get irritated.

"What room key?"

I showed him the key.

He casually tossed it into the trash and said, without a care, "It’s probably from some actress during a game or something."

He tried to pull me back into bed with him.

But I grabbed my blanket and left the room.

……

By the time he woke up, it was already evening, and I had just returned from the office.

I asked if we could finally have a serious talk. He sat down, motioning for me to go ahead.

"Felix, I want to go public with our relationship. This secret romance is exhausting."

It was like I had stepped on a landmine. He immediately exploded.

"No way! This is the peak of my career. How could I go public with a relationship? If the fans find out, all my hard work will be for nothing!"

I did not understand. He could not go public with me, yet he could have rumors swirling about him and other women.

"That’s all just for the storyline, you know? It’s different with you."

He tried to reassure me, telling me to give him two more years. After that, he promised he would make our relationship public.

"Two years? But I might not have that long."

He laughed, as if I had said something ridiculous, and asked why I could not wait. I had already waited a year, so what was the harm in waiting a bit longer?

He even swore to it.

I swallowed everything else I had wanted to say.

Felix stayed home for two or three days before heading back to the set.

"Emma, feel free to drop by if you want to visit me on set!"

Watching him leave, I instructed my assistant to investigate the woman he was currently rumored with. I wanted her full background.

Before my assistant could get the details, the woman sent me a friend request herself.

"I’m Felix’s girlfriend."

I stared at the request and accepted it. I was curious to see what kind of two-faced person I was dealing with.

After I accepted, she bombarded me with photos. There were pictures of her holding hands with Felix, pictures of him sleeping, and even one of him in bed. He was shirtless, with only a blanket covering him.

The room in the photo was pink and girly, clearly a woman’s space.

"You must be the ‘sister’ Felix talks about, right? We’re both women. I know you like him too, but we’re together now. Please stop hanging around him with that ridiculous ‘sister’ excuse."

I clenched my fists and asked if she even knew who I was.

She did not respond.

I immediately drove to Felix’s set, bringing a bunch of food. When I arrived, I handed out the food to everyone.

Instead of going directly to Felix, I went to see the director.

I gave him the woman’s background information, and the moment he saw me, he was incredibly respectful.

"I don’t like her, and I definitely don’t want her doing any scenes with Felix. Replace her."

The director quickly arranged for her to be removed.

I then went to Felix’s room, but when I pushed open the door, there was a woman with him.

She was cozily wrapped around Felix in an intimate way.

When Felix saw me, he immediately pushed the woman aside and rushed over to greet me.

"Emma, you’re here already!"

Since I walked in, my attention had been solely focused on that woman.

Felix hurriedly pulled her over to introduce her.

"This is Zia Bailey. She’s the lead actress in this drama. We were just rehearsing."

Zia gave me a smug look and tried to act overly friendly, as if we were close.

"You can cut the fake friendliness. My parents didn’t raise me to fall for that," I said.

At that moment, her agent came in and called her out of the room.

I had not come to see Felix in the first place, so after exchanging a few words, I was ready to leave. But just as I stepped out, I was stopped.

"Was it you? You’re the one who made the director replace me as the lead actress, aren’t you?"

I had not expected the director to move so quickly.

Her voice was loud, and the other actors overheard, sticking their heads out to watch.

"Wow, she crossed the wrong person this time. One word from her, and the lead actress is out."

Even Felix could not believe it. He asked if it was true.

I was done with the back and forth and admitted it outright that it was me.

Zia was hysterical and asked why I did it. That role was something she had worked so hard to get.

Not wanting to let the others hear, I gave a look to the crew nearby, and they cleared everyone out.

The three of us went back into the room.

Looking down at Zia, I told her this was the consequence of provoking me.

Clearly, Felix had not known anything about it. He asked what was going on, so I pulled out my phone and showed him.

"Is this true? When did I ever say you were my girlfriend?" he demanded, then slapped Zia across the face.

He quickly turned to me, pleading, "Emma, I hit her, okay? But we still need her for the shoot. Can’t you let her off this time?"

I was not having it and left immediately.

After I got home, the crew had already found a new lead actress, but Zia refused to leave the set.

Felix filmed for a while longer and then called me, saying he was not used to working with the new actress and wanted Zia back.

That very night, he returned home.

"Emma, just let them bring her back, okay? You want me to make a hit show, don’t you?"

I asked him if he actually liked Zia.

"Of course not! I only like you."

I gave him two choices. It was either to bring her back and go public with our relationship, or to continue working with the new lead.

"Again with going public. I told you, this is the peak of my career. We can’t! Why don’t you get that?

"Even if we don’t go public, it’s not like I’m dating or flirting with any of these actresses.

"I’m bringing her back, and this time, you can’t stop me."

I grabbed his hand and pushed him back down onto the couch, forcing him to look up at me.

He looked humiliated and his eyes were red with frustration.

"Now that you’re famous, you’ve got the confidence to stand up to me, is that it?"

He did not say anything, but his whole body flushed with anger.

As soon as I let go of him, he stormed out. I was utterly disappointed in him, wondering why I had ever bothered to help him in the first place.

……

Back then, both my parents had passed away within a year, leaving me to shoulder their responsibilities. That day, I was feeling overwhelmed, so my best friend, Shirley Jones, suggested we go out to unwind.

We ended up at a bar, where I saw Felix, forced by his agent to entertain clients. He looked pitiful, and in a moment of weakness, I decided to get him out of there.

But it was not without conditions. I made him agree to be my boyfriend for three years.

At first, we were just fulfilling the contract, but eventually, we developed real feelings. He even promised that he would work hard and marry me one day.

But now?

I could not stop my tears from falling.

After he returned to the set, Felix went to the director about bringing Zia back. The director called me, and in the end, my soft heart gave in. I agreed.

It was not until the production wrapped up, more than five months later, that Felix finally came home.

By then, I was barely holding on.

I had been coordinating the remaining company affairs with several top executives and had started the evaluation process for the successor I had been grooming.