The Girlfriend Selection

Late that night, I came across a post online.

[I've been with my boyfriend for seven months. Out of nowhere, he dumped me, saying I got eliminated from the girlfriend selection. That's when I found out that in their rich social circle, it's normal to date a dozen girls at the same time, score them regularly, kick out the lowest, and pick the best one to marry.]

It sounded so ridiculous. I couldn't help but jump into the comments and tear into the guy.

Then I saw a reply from my boyfriend's secretary, Ayla Butler.

[Well, considering his status, it's only fair. For high-value men like him, a selection process makes sense.]

I rolled my eyes so hard that it almost hurt. I was just about to fire back when I heard the front door open.

Fred Thompson and I had been together for five years. He had always been attentive, gentle, and endlessly patient. I had already made up my mind that the moment he proposed, I would tell him the truth about who I really was, the daughter of the richest man in the country.

I never expected to catch a glimpse of his phone lighting up with a message.

[You hooked up with Ayla again today? Gave her such a high score, too. Keep this up, and Hannah's gonna lose!]

Before I could stop myself, I tapped the message.

It opened to a group chat filled with Fred Thompson's usual circle of friends.

My hands shook as I scrolled up.

[Everyone else is out. There are just Hannah and Ayla left. One's your official girlfriend, while the other's your new favorite secretary. Final round, man.]

[I'm betting on Hannah. She's been with you five years; she's sweet, obedient, and yeah, she's got a great body. Perfect wife material.]

[But Ayla's not bad, either. You've only known her for five months, and you've already been ditching Hannah to go see her every day. Damn, with a body like hers, no wonder you're hooked.]

The messages got worse from there, all crude and disgusting. A cold chill spread up my spine.

Then I saw Fred's reply.

[Hannah's definitely marriage material, but Ayla's got her perks, too. She's more fun, knows how to keep me entertained in bed.

[I'll see how they perform. Whoever scores higher, that's who I'll marry.

[And make sure you act normal around Hannah. Don't let her find out. With her personality, she'd lose it.]

The fork slipped from my hand and clattered onto the floor.

Hearing Fred's hurried footsteps, I quickly put his phone back where it was.

"You okay, babe? You should be more careful."

He picked up the fork, swapped it out for a clean one, and wiped the floor as if nothing had happened.

But I had already lost my appetite. My stomach churned.

I asked, "Fred, if you had to rate our relationship, what score would you give it?"

He chuckled. "Full marks, obviously. We've been together five years. When have