Chapter 4

But I casually opened Ins, wanting to distract myself.

The top trending nearby post was a post Maya had just made ten minutes ago.

The picture showed Zach kneeling on one knee with his back to the camera, rubbing her ankle, along with a screenshot of my VIP digital ticket.

The caption read, “Being spoiled like a princess by my boss today.”

“Not only did I get VIP front-row tickets, but when I twisted my ankle, someone searched everywhere for an ice pack for me.”

“Even if someone is going crazy with jealousy, my boss still chose me without hesitation.”

“The spirit of soccer is love and peace.”

All the comments underneath were praising her for meeting a god-tier boss, and some were scolding that “someone” for not knowing what was good for her.

Looking at the screen, the nausea in my stomach got even worse.

Just then, a stranger’s account sent me a video.

In the video, my boyfriend Zach had his arms around Maya and was kissing her passionately.

The provocative caption said, “When are you, old woman, going to get lost? I’m still the one who understands Zach’s heart best.”

I was so disgusted I could barely breathe.

I forced myself to stand up. My legs were so weak they trembled, and acid was still rising in my stomach.

Outside the medical tent, the sky was gradually getting dark.

From the distant stage came deafening cheers, probably because star forward Liam had scored again.

The crowd began surging like a tide toward the various exits.

Dragging my weak body, I walked step by step to the exit of the VIP-only passage.

Not long after I stood there, I saw Zach come out carrying Maya on his back.

Maya was still holding an official black canvas tote, which Zach had obviously bought for her just now.

She lay on Zach’s back and smiled happily. The two of them were pressed very close together.

“Zach, this bag is so pretty. Thank you for buying it for me,” Maya said in a sweet voice.

“Why are you being polite with me?” Zach’s tone was indulgent.

I took a deep breath, walked forward, and blocked their path.

When Zach saw me, the smile on his face vanished at once, and his brows knitted tightly.

“Lily, aren’t you embarrassed blocking the way here?”

“Can’t you see Maya is hurt? Even a good dog knows not to block the road!”

I ignored his insults and directly held out my hand.

“Zach, shouldn’t you settle the cost of my ticket?” I looked at him coldly.

Maya immediately poked her head out from Zach’s back and looked at me timidly.

“I’m sorry. I’ll transfer you the ticket money.”

“But I’m just an intern, and my monthly salary is only three thousand dollars.”

“Lily, all the bags you carry are designer brands, so you shouldn’t care about this little bit of money, right??”

Her words sounded like an apology on the surface, but underneath, she was accusing me of bullying the weak.

I stared at her innocent face.

“I earned the money for my bags myself by working overtime and staying up late, not because it fell from the sky.”

“This VIP ticket costs ten thousand dollars. Transfer it to me now. No credit.”

Zach suddenly put Maya down and shielded her behind him.

“Lily, that’s enough! Are you obsessed with money?”

“What is ten thousand dollars to you? Will you only be happy if you make things hard for a poor intern?”

Looking at the man I had dated for three years, I suddenly felt he was unbelievably unfamiliar.

“Why should I pay for her to watch the game? Am I her mother or her father?”

Zach’s face turned ashen from my retort.

“Fine, I’ll pay, okay? I’ll transfer it to you when we get back!”

“Maya’s foot hurts so badly she can’t walk right now. I need to call a cab and take her back downtown. I don’t have time to argue with you here.”

I gave a cold laugh.

“You’re taking her home? What about me?”

“My car keys are still in your bag. Do you expect me to fly back?”

I had driven him here today, and the car keys had been in his backpack the whole time.

Zach froze for a moment, as if only then remembering that.

He irritably felt around his pocket, pulled out the car keys, and threw them straight at me.

“Just drive yourself back. What’s the big deal?”