Chapter 95: The Harem Reveal
Kieu Ly sat in her new class, but the atmosphere here was nothing like her old class. All eyes were on her as if she were some kind of rare species. She hadn't even settled in yet, and already she felt suffocated.
Her new seatmate, a friendly-looking girl, turned to her and started a conversation:
"You're Kieu Ly, right? You're really pretty. No wonder the rich heir publicly confessed to you like that."
Kieu Ly smiled slightly, trying to stay polite:
"How do you know me?"
"Oh my god, your video is going viral all over social media! That confession was so dramatic!"
Startled, Kieu Ly quickly pulled out her phone to check. Sure enough, the video of Toan Phuong's confession had gone viral, with shares and comments climbing fast. But what shocked her more than the video itself were the comments below:
"Wait, why is my boyfriend confessing to someone else?"
"Excuse me? He's MY boyfriend."
"Hold up, are we dating the same guy?"
"If you're Toan Phuong's real girlfriend, like this comment!"
"I can't believe I'm in a love triangle with half the internet."
These weren't fake accounts either—real names, real photos. Kieu Ly's world crumbled. She had never truly loved anyone after Hoang Anh. She had only just begun to open her heart again… only to find she might just be one of many in Toan Phuong's 'harem'.
Maybe he hadn't done anything wrong, maybe he had—but the damage was done. Between innocence, sincerity, and the illusion of love, the most painful part was feeling deceived by someone she had started to trust.
Her chest tightened. Her breathing became shallow. She wanted to cry, but refused to break down in front of her new class on the first day.
Meanwhile, Toan Phuong sat in his own class, completely checked out. He waited for break time, planning to text Minh Nhat and complain about his rejection. But when he opened his phone, he was bombarded by hundreds of nasty comments:
"Hey, are you accepting new members for your harem? Count me in!"
"One leg, many boats? Impressive."
"Handsome but trashy."
"Just because you're good-looking doesn't mean you can toy with people's hearts!"
"Wow, must be exhausting juggling all those girlfriends!"
Shocked, Toan Phuong checked all the posts he was tagged in and finally understood what was happening. Panicking, he went to Kieu Ly's Facebook. His heart sank—she was being attacked too:
"Sis, we almost shared a husband!"
"I've been dating him longer than you and never even got flowers!"
"You've kissed him? So jealous!"
"Was the kiss good, sis? Tell us more."
Toan Phuong clenched his phone. He had never intended to hurt anyone. He wasn't a player—but maybe... he had been careless.