I heard about her sudden death after I got out of the hospital.


    Because of the parking garage incident, Den had be inte famous, earning the nickname “Two-Mole Guy.”


    Many gay men had messaged him privately, wanting to see them.


    People had even doxxed hispany and went directly to the parking garage to corner him.


    The incident was so scandalous that Den couldn’t keep his job-thepany fired him outright.


    Now he was trapped at home, unable to even leave.


    Within a few days, word of this reached Marcus, including what Den had said about Jenna:


    “Marcus is honest-we can keep this going long-term.”


    “Plus, he’s an orphan with no connections. Even if he found out, what could he do? He’s worthless.”


    Marcus beat Jenna up, then paid people to corner Den at home and beat him every day.


    Finally, worried about someone getting killed, he had Den stripped naked, took photos, and posted them online.


    A group of gay men lined up, waiting to visit Den.


    Only after enduring all this torture did Den learn that Jenna had been deliberately sending me photos and videos from the very beginning, specifically so I would find out.


    So we would get divorced.


    From the start, Jenna’s target had been the wealthier, more sessful Den.


    Even Marcus had just been her cover.


    But things had spiraled out of control.


    Den had lost everything.


    One night, he took a kitchen knife and, just like before, knocked on Jenna’s door.


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    The day I received an offer from my dreampany, Den, who had disappeared for a long time, suddenly appeared before me.


    He was bundled up tightly, catching me off guard as he appeared downstairs from my apartment:


    “Sophia…”


    Den looked around nervously, his eyes panicked:


    “I really know I was wrong. Believe me, I’ll never do it again…”


    As he spoke, afraid I would leave, he knelt on the ground and grabbed at my pants, pleading desperately:


    “I never thought about us getting divorced or anything. From the beginning, I just treated Jenna as free entertainment…”


    “I really know I was wrong now. Let’s… let’s go back to our hometown and start over, okay?”


    “Don’t worry! This time I really learned my lesson. For you and the baby, I’ll work hard to live right, treat you both well, be a good father and husband!”


    I kept my head down, pretending to casually nce at my phone.


    Thinking I hadn’t left because I’d epted his apology, Den continued hurriedly:


    “When you get further along, I won’t feelfortable with you not having me there to take care of you… I’ll sell the house tomorrow and take you back to our hometown. From now on, we’ll live honestly…”


    I couldn’t listen to a single word he said.


    Just seeing him made me physically sick.


    But I held it in.


    Until after he’d pleaded desperately and humbly for fifteen minutes, he looked up and asked:


    “Honey. Can we start over?”


    I looked toward the row of police cars behind me and smiled:


    “Den, I won’t be participating in your new life.”


    Den was arrested.


    The weight in my heart finally liftedpletely.


    When we processed the divorce papers, he finally realized what document he’d signed that day.


    Thispletely shattered hisst shred of hope.


    Den knelt at the entrance to the civil affairs bureau, crying like a fool. <fn902d> ???? ????s? ???????s ?? </fn902d>


    I didn’t spare him another nce.


    Because today was my first day at my newpany.


    My brand new life was just beginning.