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Jack, my boyfriend, is a high-level lust incubus allergic to ordinary people. Only his childhood sweetheart can satisfy him.
To prove his love for me, he is passionately entwined with his childhood sweetheart each time, yet calls out my name.
One day, I accidentally opened an encrypted file he had named "Eternal Love."
But what I saw was a wedding video from seven years ago, featuring him and his little childhood sweetheart.
In disbelief, I tried to drown my sorrows in alcohol, only to be slipped the most potent aphrodisiac.
As my body burned with unbearable heat, I overheard Jack and his friends laughing without restraint.
"Emily's easier to fool than a dog."
"If I can make her stay chaste for me for eight years, I can make her keep an empty bed for life."
Everyone jeered at me for being an old maid.
But some were confused.
"Bro, if you don't love Emily, why not just break up with her?"
Jack tilted his head to deeply kiss his childhood sweetheart, his gaze cold and sharp."If it weren't for her back then, Cynthia's brother would never have died. I want to punish her for Cynthia's sake for the rest of her life."
Years of affection were just his meticulously planned revenge.
My heart was shattered, and I left for three years.
Three years later, I encountered Jack again.
His body was emaciated, his eyes dim, looking as if he'd been starving for a long time. He grabbed my neck, about to kiss me.
"Emily, I'll never do anything to make you unhappy again. Can we continue our relationship?"
His eyes were full of me.
But I glanced at the little girl beside me and smiled, saying, "Jack, I've been married for a while now."

His Incubus Hunger, My Heartbreak

Jack led Cynthia away, and I dialed 911 again.


As the second ambulance brought me to the hospital, my stretcher passed right by Cynthia's.


Seeing me, Cynthia let out a scream, instinctively protecting her belly.


"Does she know I'm pregnant with our sweetheart? Is she deliberately trying to harm us?"


Jack shielded Cynthia behind him, his gaze sharp as he scanned me. When his eyes met my expressionless face, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.


"Emily, what the hell are you playing at?"


"I just slapped you once. Did you really need to call two ambulances? You're not some precious princess. Why all this drama?"


Jack, thinking I was making a fuss over nothing, grabbed my wrist, trying to shoo me away.


Just then, the doctor approached with my test results. Noticing the handprint on my face and Jack's menacing expression, he stepped forward and immediately separated us.


"Ms. Emily, the external impact has caused your eyeball to shift, resulting in temporary blurred vision in your left eye."


"Sir, what is your relationship to her?"


"Did he hurt you? Do you need me to contact the police?"The doctor's words made Jack's face turn ashen.


He looked at us suspiciously, thinking this was another act I had concocted for attention.


But I remained silent, and he sighed, taking the initiative to speak.


"After she gives birth, I'll convince her to let you raise the child."


"You'll be the child's mother, and my woman. We'll have a happy future together."


"Be good now, go apologize to Cynthia, and tell the show's director that she wrote the script alone. Admit that you slandered her out of jealousy."


"Cynthia is so kind-hearted, she'll surely forgive you."


"The Northern Tempest" was a script I had created word by word, pouring three years of my heart and soul into it.


Last week, Cynthia, in her quest for fame, sent the script directly to a renowned Hollywood director.


Director Alec is an old acquaintance of mine. Having heard about this story from me before, he called me immediately upon receiving the script.


That's how I found out about Cynthia's plagiarism. I asked Alec to inform the industry that "The Northern Tempest" was my sole creation.


Alec did me this favor.But Jack, who had witnessed firsthand how I gave up my on-screen acting career for him and turned to work behind the scenes, greying my hair over this script, was now asking me to hand over my labor of love to someone else.


This was utterly absurd. I covered my face and laughed bitterly.


Jack, however, mistook this as agreement.


"That's my girl, Emily. I knew you'd understand. You get some rest now, I'll go grab you something to eat."


He strode away, and soon after sent his assistant with a bowl of seafood soup.


The moment the food container was opened, I immediately began to vomit violently.


Ever since I pulled Jack out of the river eight years ago, I haven't been able to touch any seafood. Just the smell of it makes me nauseous.


Chapter 4