I had been with him since my junior year. Four years had passed. Two years ago, he released his first album and quickly became popular. At that time, the video of mine went viral online. I didn't want my life to be disturbed, so I suggested not making our relationship known to the public. However, there were no secrets in the world. However careful we were, netizens found out that he had a girlfriend, but they didn't know who she was.
Isabel's eyes flickered as she whispered to me, "I am his girlfriend."
I looked at her in astonishment, thinking, "If you are his girlfriend, then who am I?"
She thought I didn't believe her. Then she anxiously, "I am telling the truth. Did you see the photos of us we were arguing a few days ago? He was jealous. I filmed a scene where I was with another man intimately, and he thus quarreled with me. If you help us get back together, I will pay you as generously as you want."
"Um... there is no need."
Sometimes she should consider her reasons. Why hadn't she been together with Cruz after so many years? Had she made any effort? Why hadn't their relationship improved?
Seeing that I didn't speak, she snorted and ignored me. Then she reached out to grab a bright red mushroom.
I quickly stopped her. Grabbing her wrist, I said seriously, "This is Flame Fungus. It looks like a chili pepper or a finger shooting out flames. It is highly toxic. A touch of it can cause skin ulceration. Eating it by mistake could be fatal."
Isabel felt a little scared, her body stiffened, and her eyes filled with tears. She looked pitiful.
I softened my heart and let go of her hand. She rubbed her wrist and looked at me with grievance, saying, "Julia, you hurt me."
"Her wrist is red. What is this woman trying to do?"
"She is trying to save Isabel. Your fans are so insensible. You probably want her skin to ulcerate, right?"
"There are so many ways to save someone. Why did she use so much force? Isn't it because she is jealous of Isabel?"
"Isabel, don't cry, don't be wronged. Go back and let Cruz avenge you."
I felt a lump in my heart, but Isabel laughed when she read the comments on the screen. Then she whispered to me, "Look, this is the consequence of not helping me."
