Chapter 7
More than a month had passed since the infamous squeaky–chicken fiasco at the Hawthorne Foundation Gala.
The online frenzy had cooled, but the hashtags never died. “Bella Rose” and “squeaky–chicken chest” were now permanently welded together across the internet.
Sponsors fled. Her influencer career nosedived.
On the surface, Bella seemed to be biding her time, resting and plotting her comeback with her “upgraded” assets. In truth, she was
still hustling–casting wide nets for a new benefactor, still clinging to Michael Carter.
Clearly, she hadn’t learned enough.
And I knew some men weren’t disgusted by her scandal. Some found it… enticing.
Enter Mr. Warren–a bloated, balding real–estate tycoon, notorious for crude tastes and crude wealth. He’d been eyeing Bella’s
cleavage for years.
Where others saw disgrace, he saw kink.
While his peers snickered at the chicken–squawk fiasco, Warren bragged it sounded “fun.” Now that she was disgraced, he thought he could pick her up cheap–and maybe demand extra perks.
Through my quiet connections, I arranged the meeting.
Location: Skyline Club, the city’s most exclusive private lounge, a VIP suite whose “security” my people had already tweaked.
Every angle of that room was under hidden surveillance.
On screen, I watched Bella glide in wearing a skin–tight slip dress, trying to summon allure through layers of fatigue. She forced a professional smile, desperate to hook what might be her last lifeline.
Her “enhanced” chest jutted proudly beneath her dress. Two surgeries in such short order left her aching, but tonight she had to
endure.
Warren’s greedy eyes roved over her shamelessly. In his mind, women were nothing but face and breasts, and this one came with
internet infamy. Perfect.
I smirked at the feed. One woman trying to claw back fame, one pig trying to take advantage. What a pair.
“Bella,” he chuckled, belly shaking, “that gala thing, well… a bit awkward. But don’t worry. I like a woman with real personality. Stick with me, and you’ll never run out of resources.”
His sweaty face loomed closer, hand creeping toward her chest.
Bella clenched her jaw, forcing herself not to flinch, even arching slightly forward to accept the humiliation.
And then-
The doorbell chimed.
Warren’s hand froze midair, annoyance flashing. “Who the hell? I said no interruptions!”
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“Apologies, sir,” a waiter said deferentially. “A lady insisted I bring you this–a 1997 Château Margaux–with her compliments. She
hopes you and Miss Rose enjoy.”
A rare vintage. Warren’s irritation melted into smug delight. “Open it, sweetheart,” he grinned.
Relieved, Bella tugged the door open, ready to take the tray.
But as the waiter stumbled forward, the heavy bottle and ice bucket slipped-
THUNK!
The full weight smashed directly into Bella’s left breast.
And then-
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“HEE–HAWwwww!!!”
A deafening donkey bray erupted from her chest, longer and louder than the clucks at the gala.
Warren’s grin froze, then curdled into sheer horror.
The grotesque sound, blasting from inches away, pierced his skull like a banshee’s wail.
“Wasn’t it chickens last time?! Now it’s donkeys?!” he shrieked. “what kind of demon chest do you have? Does it change voices?!”
He recoiled, gagging. “You call this a treasure? It’s a goddamn barnyard alarm system! Get away from me, you cursed freak!”
He bolted, spitting curses. “I came for fun, not a zoo tour!”
SLAM. The door shook on its hinges.
On screen, Bella clutched her chest, face contorted in pain and humiliation.
I swirled my wine glass and toasted Dr. Harris at the monitor. “Masterful work, old friend.”
He dabbed sweat from his brow. “You’re covering the damages.”
“All of it,” I said, draining my glass with a grin. “Worth every penny.”
Two hours later, an encrypted clip was anonymously sent to MelonVine–the scene’s go–to outlet for sugar–daddy gossip. The video
had been carefully edited.
MelonVine got it instantly. The captions were pure clickbait and snark. That long–dormant memory blew up the internet all over again.
The headline screamed:
“Chicken Bust No More? Viral Influencer Switches to Donkey Mode!”
“Tycoon’s Night of Horror: Treasure Chest or Cursed Relic?”
‘Mr. Warren’s Testimony: Barnyard Sounds Not Included!”
Sponsors? Comeback?
Please.
第8章
金主被驴鸣吓跑,直播事业彻底冻结。
全网充斥着「鸡叫胸」「驴姐」「人形警报器」的梗图和嘲笑。
走投无路的她,像抓住最后一根救命稻草,将目光又投向陈明。
虽然慈善晚宴的「鸡叫胸」社死让陈明惊魂未定。
对白柔避之唯恐不及。
但架不住白柔此刻孤注一掷的疯狂纠缠。
电话轰炸、信息卖惨、甚至蹲守在他公司楼下声泪俱下地哀求。
也许是对旧情的一丝贪恋。
也许是对沉没成本的不甘。
或许只是纯粹的精虫上脑。
陈明那点可怜又脆弱的防备,在白柔不顾一切的哭求发嗲下,竟有了一丝松动。
两人约在一家廉价而隐秘的情侣影院包间,试图在阴暗角落重温旧梦。
这一切都在我的掌控之中。
早在发现陈明出轨的第一个月。
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我就通过私家侦探在他手机里植入了监控程序。
他们的每一条露骨聊天、每一次酒店预订,都实时同步到我的加密云端。
至于那家情侣影院?
是我匿名投资的产业,每个包间都装着最先进的声控摄像头。
这个影院包间里,孤男寡女。
当陈明心不在焉地试图贴近时,白柔因紧张下意识微微瑟缩。
两个人慢慢靠近中。
他的胳膊肘毫无预兆地狠狠撞在她刚恢复、依旧敏感的胸前!
「哼唧――哼唧——噗!!!」
一声尖锐、短促、带着怪异颤音。
仿佛受惊的小猪仔被捏扁了嗓子发出的怪叫,猝不及防地在死寂狭小的空间炸响!
「Triple Kill!」
我在监控室里忍不住轻声喝彩。
暧昧的气氛荡然无存。
画面中,陈明瞬间僵住,像被电流击中!
他猛地抬头,眼中翻涌着荒谬、羞耻与生理性的厌恶。
像看到什么肮脏的怪物般本能地后退半米。
最后那点情欲的火苗,彻底被惊恐浇灭。
白柔呆滞地看着他,终于在她最在乎的男人眼里,看到了比全网嘲笑更致命的审判。
她最骄傲的身体,在爱人眼中已沦为不堪入目的畸形。
这一刻,她彻底崩溃,蜷缩在脏兮兮的卡座里。
而当晚回家的陈明,如同行尸走肉般瘫在沙发上,面如死灰。
他刻意避开我的视线,却不知这一切早被角落的摄像头记录得清清楚楚。
他心知肚明谁在背后操控,却毫无证据。
唯有那魔音灌脑般的猪叫,在他耳畔反复回荡,成了挥之不去的恐怖幻听。
白柔则彻底消失在公众视野,精神状况堪忧。
时机成熟。
我将那份早已由顶尖律师拟定的离婚协议,「啪」的一声,摔在陈明的面前。
协议条款清晰得残忍:一
陈明与白柔从相识到开房的所有隐秘聊天截图、消费流水凭证、高清热成像酒店亲密照。
孩子和市中心核心地段房产、婚后存款,以及他名下的股份期权,绝大部分归属我。
只留给他一辆旧车和象征性的遣散费。
他必须亲自陪同白柔,前往整形医院,移除那颗声名狼藉的「尖叫假体」,并承担全部手术费用及后续修复开销。
(陈明抓起协议,手指用力而发白,脸色由白转红再泛青紫:「林晚!你………你够狠!这不可能!你这是敲诈!我…………..」
不等他吼完,我优雅地从手包中拿出手机,屏幕亮起。
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一段精心剪辑的音频瞬间被外放,音量不大,却如同地狱的丧钟敲响在空旷的客厅:
嘎——!慈善晚宴的鸡鸣现场实录,带着鼎沸人声。
昂一
! VIP包间的驴鸣,凄厉破空。
哼唧――哼唧———噗!影院包间的猪叫,令人作呕。
三者无缝衔接,循环播放。
我面无表情地将手机屏幕转向他煞白的脸,语调平稳得没有一丝波澜:
「陈明,拒绝的话,没问题。我不介意在你的家庭聚餐,或者你公司即将到来的上市周年庆典上,送一场别开生面的视听盛宴。」
我顿了顿, 指尖轻叩手机屏幕。
「这音效,够特别吧?全球独家。我想,你的父母和同事们,一定会非常难忘。」
那熟悉又诡异的叫声刺穿耳膜,直捣脑髓!
陈明脸上的血色瞬间褪尽,身体抑制不住地颤抖。
他眼前闪过慈善晚宴那刺眼的闪光灯和嘲笑。
闪过会所王总肥胖惊恐的逃亡背影。
闪过影院包间那令人作呕的猪叫声。
更可怕的是这些声音被放到他父母面前,或是充斥在觥筹交错的华丽会场!
那将是真正的万劫不复!
极致的恐惧压倒了愤怒和屈辱。
在巨大的精神威慑下,他彻底崩溃。
他几乎是抢夺一般抓起笔,手腕不受控制地剧烈抖动着。
在那份屈辱的协议上,签下了自己扭曲的名字。
从陈明出轨的第一天。
我精心布置的棋子,每一颗都恰到好处地落在该在的位置。
私家侦探每天发来的跟踪报告。
刘医生手术室里的实时监控。
甚至白柔复出后联系的每一个金主资料,都经由我的律师团队整理成厚厚的证据册。
当陈明在离婚协议上签字时,他根本不知道我手里还握着多少能让他永世不得翻身的把柄。
只是,他签字的墨迹未干。
他和小三白柔那些不堪入目的私密对话、开房记录,甚至一些不雅角度的偷拍,当然是打码了哈!
如同病毒般同步出现在各大匿名爆料号。
更精彩的还在后面!
「渣男护送鸡叫胸女王重归平坦大道,贴心全程付费」的组图高清曝光!
照片里,陈明戴着口罩帽子,却遮不住眼神里的狼狈和绝望,像押送犯人一样陪着脸色惨白的白柔进出医院!
#年度好前夫##赎罪旅行#
迅速成为新一轮全民嘲讽狂欢。
这对卧龙凤雏。
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一个成了全网笑柄,一个社会性死亡。
尾声
我拿到了远超预期的财产。
白柔?
取掉了假体,她彻底消失在大众视野。
渣男陈明?
人财两空,身败名裂。
副总位置易主,在熟悉的圈子里已无立足之地,如同阴沟老鼠。
而我?
变卖了带着一切旧日痕迹的房子。
带着孩子,穿着剪裁完美的度假长裙,踏上了飞往蔚蓝海岸的头等舱。
舷窗外,白云悠悠。
阳光正好。
新的旅程,开始了。
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