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Chapter 1
On Christmas Day, I, Annie Carson, got up early to pack my bags, preparing to travel with my boyfriend Martin Sullivan.
But just as I was about to leave, he grabbed my suitcase.
He said, "Annie, my friends are here traveling, but they couldn't book a hotel. We have to host them at home."
I was stunned, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The already booked flights and accommodations cost over $30,000, and now none of it is refundable.
He suddenly got emotional. "Is it necessary? Just because I don't earn as much as you, I don't even have the right to let my friends stay for a night?"
Before I could answer, the door was suddenly opened from the outside.
A girl swaggered in and smiled at Martin, "Martin, this is your place? Not bad."
"If I had known earlier, I would have dated you back then."
"Is this your girlfriend? She looks like a prostitute."
I suddenly stood up. "Who are you? Get out of my house right now!"
She got upset instead. "Martin, how come she doesn't even know me? How have you been teaching her?"
"I don't want to see her. Tell her to get lost."
The next second, Martin turned his head, looking at me with an almost pleading expression, whispering in my ear, "Babe, how about you stay somewhere else for a couple of days?"
After saying that, he slammed the door shut.
I stood there in shock, my fingers trembling as I called the police. "Someone broke into my house, I need to report it."
*****
Looking at the text about the flight departure on my phone, I was shaking with anger.
For this trip, I worked overtime until midnight last night and got up at 5 a.m. today to pack.
I thought Martin was sleeping in because he was too tired.
But it wasn't until we were about to leave that he told me he had to stay home to host friends and couldn't go.
He questioned me, "Annie, can you stop being so petty?"
"It's just this one time I'm having friends stay for a few days, can't you cooperate a bit?"
"Just because I don't have as much money as you, does that mean I don't deserve even basic respect?"
I sneered and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that your friends were coming?"
"Yesterday, you were urging me to pack quickly. Were you messing with me?"
He retorted, "It's because you're too snobbish! I was afraid you'd disagree to let them come, so I didn't tell you."
I was stunned. "Me, snobbish? Then transfer me the money for the lost tickets and hotel."
He instantly panicked. "Why are you so materialistic?"
"Forget it, I won't argue with you today. My friends are arriving soon, go tidy up the guest room quickly."
I plopped onto the sofa and said coldly, "Let them stay at a hotel. My parents are coming too, there's no room at home."
He quickly walked up to me. "Why didn't you say earlier that your parents were coming?"
"I get it, you just don't want my friends to stay here, so you're saying this on purpose."
"My friends aren't as wealthy as your parents. Hotels are overpriced now. If they really come, let them stay at a hotel."
I was completely stunned.
The house my parents bought, and they don't even have the right to stay?
I was about to argue back when the door suddenly opened from the outside.
A strange woman walked in naturally.
Her muddy shoes stepped on the floor as she brazenly looked around my house.
She looked around and said, "Martin, is this the house you bought? Pretty decent."
"If I had known, I would have dated you back then."
She sneered, her gaze falling on me. "Is this your girlfriend? She looks like a prostitute."
Before I could speak, Martin said, "If she weren't a bit wild, would I even like her?"
But just as I was about to leave, he grabbed my suitcase.
He said, "Annie, my friends are here traveling, but they couldn't book a hotel. We have to host them at home."
I was stunned, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The already booked flights and accommodations cost over $30,000, and now none of it is refundable.
He suddenly got emotional. "Is it necessary? Just because I don't earn as much as you, I don't even have the right to let my friends stay for a night?"
Before I could answer, the door was suddenly opened from the outside.
A girl swaggered in and smiled at Martin, "Martin, this is your place? Not bad."
"If I had known earlier, I would have dated you back then."
"Is this your girlfriend? She looks like a prostitute."
I suddenly stood up. "Who are you? Get out of my house right now!"
She got upset instead. "Martin, how come she doesn't even know me? How have you been teaching her?"
"I don't want to see her. Tell her to get lost."
The next second, Martin turned his head, looking at me with an almost pleading expression, whispering in my ear, "Babe, how about you stay somewhere else for a couple of days?"
After saying that, he slammed the door shut.
I stood there in shock, my fingers trembling as I called the police. "Someone broke into my house, I need to report it."
*****
Looking at the text about the flight departure on my phone, I was shaking with anger.
For this trip, I worked overtime until midnight last night and got up at 5 a.m. today to pack.
I thought Martin was sleeping in because he was too tired.
But it wasn't until we were about to leave that he told me he had to stay home to host friends and couldn't go.
He questioned me, "Annie, can you stop being so petty?"
"It's just this one time I'm having friends stay for a few days, can't you cooperate a bit?"
"Just because I don't have as much money as you, does that mean I don't deserve even basic respect?"
I sneered and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that your friends were coming?"
"Yesterday, you were urging me to pack quickly. Were you messing with me?"
He retorted, "It's because you're too snobbish! I was afraid you'd disagree to let them come, so I didn't tell you."
I was stunned. "Me, snobbish? Then transfer me the money for the lost tickets and hotel."
He instantly panicked. "Why are you so materialistic?"
"Forget it, I won't argue with you today. My friends are arriving soon, go tidy up the guest room quickly."
I plopped onto the sofa and said coldly, "Let them stay at a hotel. My parents are coming too, there's no room at home."
He quickly walked up to me. "Why didn't you say earlier that your parents were coming?"
"I get it, you just don't want my friends to stay here, so you're saying this on purpose."
"My friends aren't as wealthy as your parents. Hotels are overpriced now. If they really come, let them stay at a hotel."
I was completely stunned.
The house my parents bought, and they don't even have the right to stay?
I was about to argue back when the door suddenly opened from the outside.
A strange woman walked in naturally.
Her muddy shoes stepped on the floor as she brazenly looked around my house.
She looked around and said, "Martin, is this the house you bought? Pretty decent."
"If I had known, I would have dated you back then."
She sneered, her gaze falling on me. "Is this your girlfriend? She looks like a prostitute."
Before I could speak, Martin said, "If she weren't a bit wild, would I even like her?"