Chapter 2

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I thought I'd be furious.

But reading those twisted comments, I found myself laughing instead.

They liked a thrill, did they?

Then I'd give them a thrill worth having.

Dora had posted again, this time a Cartier bracelet.

【He won't even come to dinner with my best friend, but he bought me Cartier, so how is he not a good man?】

She'd put the photo on her own feed too, captioned with nothing but a single heart.

I messaged her on purpose.

“Ooh, something going on? Ditched me for a man?”

Dora sent back a bashful emoji.

Max didn't get home until eleven that night.

He carried a faint scent of gardenia, Dora's favorite perfume.

I forced down the churning in my stomach and showed him Dora's feed.

“Look, Dora got Cartier for their anniversary.”

That was all I said.

I didn't say I was jealous. I didn't say I wanted one too. I didn't ask why he hadn't gotten me anything for the anniversary.

But Max went off like someone had lit a fuse.

“Go find whoever can afford it, then. Quit dropping hints at me!”

“Pathetic. Someone else gets a gift and your mouth waters? Have you looked at your best friend's figure and then looked at yours? You really have no idea, do you?”

I locked the phone screen and looked at him, my face blank.

“I only wanted to ask if there was anything you wanted. Your birthday's coming up.”

“What are you blowing up for? You look guilty as hell. What, did you buy that bracelet for her behind my back?”

Max caught himself, realizing he'd lost control, and softened his tone.

“I'm just exhausted. Worked overtime this late, I'm in a bad mood.”

“Stop it. Let's go to bed.”

I opened my mouth, then said nothing more.

The next day, I registered a burner account and followed Dora's blog.

That account already had over thirty thousand followers, all of them her "supporters."

I played the part of an eager fan, leaving comments one by one under her old posts.

Before long my fan level hit six, and Dora pulled me into her blog's fan group chat.

In the chat, Dora went by the handle "CravingMax," chatting up a storm with her fans.

When she wasn't bragging about how thrilling it was to steal her best friend's boyfriend, she was doling out tips to the others.

I let out a cold laugh and started baiting her.

“I get you, sis, I'm one of you. Dating's boring compared to sleeping with your best friend's man.”

“But I feel like there's one thing you haven't tried yet……this guy of yours, seems like he doesn't really love you.”

Dora, mid-flattery from her fans, took the bait exactly as I'd hoped.

“What do you know? We even called my best friend while we were doing it. What thrill haven't we tried?”

Her fans jumped in to defend her too.

“Pathetic. Do you even hear yourself? You think you know more than Craving?”

“Go back and study her old posts. Craving is an absolute legend, no explanation needed!”

I sent a sighing emoji.

“I've read them all, sis. But I noticed every date of yours is at a hotel. He's never once taken you home to spend the night.”

“Didn't you say your best friend lives with her boyfriend? Go stay a night at their place. Now that's a thrill.”

“My best friend's boyfriend jumps at any chance to bring me to their place. If you ask me, this man's just playing with you. He's scared of getting caught, so he doesn't even dare take you home for the night.”