The novel just summed me up in one brief sentence. Unable to bear the online abuse, Lucia committed suicide, becoming the cherished memory in Owen's heart that made Renee jealous.
The words were cold, but I felt the pain, helplessness, and despair of my dream self so vividly.
I woke up with a start and touched my tear-stained cheeks.
So, my existence was just a catalyst for the main couple's relationship.
I felt the bed beside me. It was cold.
He was long gone.
On TV, there was an interview from some event. When asked about their relationship status, Owen and Renee exchanged smiles. They blushed amid the crowd's teasing, looking every bit like a couple in love.
When asked about me, Owen just said I was a classmate with no sense of boundaries. His amber eyes showed no emotion.
Owen and Renee signed up for a live dating show. I accepted the offer too.
Before the show was even announced, eagle-eyed netizens had already dug up the list of guests.
In just a few hours, my Twitter page was completely overrun by countless haters.
[Damn, this is a dating show. Lucia has skin thicker than a city wall. Owen is so unlucky to be stuck with her, can't shake her off.]
[If I were Renee, I'd slap Lucia hard.]
[The production team is stirring things up, putting these three in a dating show. Just thinking about it is exciting.]
[Renee and Owen are true loves! Everyone agrees. Kick Lucia out.]
Owen called, his voice urgent, "Lucia, this dating show is tailor-made for me and Renee. It's best if you don't participate. It won't be good for you."
But I loved causing trouble.
Calmly, I said, "What can I do? I've already signed the contract."
His tone immediately sharpened, "What? Why didn't you discuss it with me first?"
"You didn't notify me when you started a fake romance."
His voice softened a bit, "Lucia, you're still mad, right? Listen, quit the dating show. When I become famous, I'll take care of you. You can be a rich housewife and never have to audition again."
A female voice interrupted. Renee was calling him, her voice sweet, "Owen, could you grab my bathrobe?"
Owen panicked. "Lucia, I can explain."
I hung up, severing the last thread of hope in my heart.
I wanted them to pay the price.
The recording day arrived quickly.
Renee wore a white dress, and Owen a black suit.
They looked like the perfect couple.
They exchanged frequent glances, eyes filled with shy affection.
The comments went wild.