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When I was released from prison, my champion boxer girlfriend led a grand welcoming party at the prison gates.
As a man was about to approach, my girlfriend immediately shielded him.
"Don't touch him! People just out of prison have heavy negative energy. You're not in good health. I'd be heartbroken if you caught something bad."
I was stunned. My girlfriend smiled nonchalantly, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes.
"Damien, I can't have any blemishes on my reputation now, so you'll have to bear with it for a bit."
"Soren and I are just an on-screen couple. Don't cause him any trouble - he can't handle being frightened. You understand, right?"
My throat tightened as I nodded bitterly.

Released From Prison, My Girlfriend Became Others' On-screen Couple

I sit in the car, surrounded by posters of Myra and Soren plastered all over the streets.


The famous, frail painter and the fierce yet gentle boxing queen. The interview playing on the radio makes my heart quiver.


"Miss Knightley, now that you've come this far, everyone wants to know who you're most grateful to?"


As everyone below chants Soren's name in gratitude, Myra, with love in her eyes, turns to Soren beside her:


"It's definitely my Soren. No matter what difficult situation I'm in, he's always by my side. Nothing is more important than him."


My tears fall without warning, as I recall the words she once said to me with a beaming smile:


"No matter when, you'll always be number one in my heart, irreplaceable by anyone."


So I trained with her, enduring bruises and black eyes without a single complaint, all for her to achieve her dream.


It was me who took the blame when she accidentally killed someone, serving five years in prison for her.


Now everything has changed, and the person by her side is no longer me.


The car quickly reaches its destination. A mansion appears before my eyes, in stark contrast to my disheveled appearance. I realized the gap between us had become so wide. Just as I was about to enter, I noticed Myra and Soren standing in the second-floor room.


My phone rang. It was Soren calling from Myra's phone, looking down at me provocatively.


"Myra, who's better - your boyfriend or me?"


Myra's face was alluring, yet her disgust was evident:


"How could someone like him compare to you? The prison's a mess. He's probably been used by others. It's sickening to even think about."


"But I swore I wouldn't abandon him, so I'll have to inconvenience you for a bit. He's just a disposable person anyway, best to ignore him."


The heavy breathing grew louder. I struggled to suppress my voice as I secured the phone's recording.


I never dared to touch her so roughly before, fearing I might hurt her. Now she seemed so uninhibited, I felt like I never knew her at all.


For an entire night, I stood until my legs went numb, waiting for them to finally finish.


Myra was as supple as if boneless, completely different from her fierce demeanor on the field.


She reached for her phone, suddenly looking panicked. The next moment, she was calling me.


Chapter 2