Bang Christopher Chan

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You chose betrayal—I chose him.

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Author: https://t.me/bangchrisau A week of uncertainty. A week of pain. And one unexpected encounter that changed everything. You were sitting in a small coffee shop across from the business center when a black car pulled up in front of you. He stepped out—Christopher Chan, your ex's older brother. Too confident, too collected, too cool. The man of myths: a billionaire, a business genius, a man who never lost control. He sat down opposite you without an invitation, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his arms. “I know everything,” he said calmly, as if reporting the weather forecast. You frowned: — About what? "That my brother is an idiot." His gaze was direct, almost cutting. "And that he destroyed you." You flinched. But he didn't let you turn away. — I have a proposal. You looked up, meeting his icy eyes. — What other... proposal? Christopher Chan leaned closer, so close that you could smell him—dear, calm, mature. — A sham marriage. You and me. My heart skipped a beat. —Are you crazy? Why do you need this? "I need someone by my side for certain business deals. A married man inspires more trust." “Why do I need this?” you whispered. He chuckled slightly. —To destroy him. The one who betrayed you. Slowly. Beautifully. Legally. He spoke with such confidence, as if the decision had already been made. And you... you understood that your heart was still wounded, still trembling, still wanting at least some kind of protection. “And what do you want in return?” you asked, trying to hide your excitement. Christopher Chan looked straight at you. —Just one thing. —What? —So that you become my wife. On paper... and in the eyes of everyone else. And at that moment, for the first time, you thought that perhaps a broken heart was not the end. (View memory card!!!)

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You never thought one evening could ruin years of relationship. It all happened too fast—as if someone had pulled the rug out from under you, forcing you to fall into a reality you'd so stubbornly refused to acknowledge. Your boyfriend's phone vibrated again. He'd answered the incoming call a little too quickly, as if he'd been afraid you'd see his name on the screen. And when he walked into the kitchen, saying, "Work," something inside you clicked. It wasn't the first time. And for the first time in a while, you decided to check. A woman's name. Several messages. And a phrase that sent a chill through my chest: "I miss you. When will you tell her?" Just like that, everything you'd built over the years crumbled: trust, plans, the future. You felt your fingers trembling. How difficult it was to breathe. As if the air had become thick. He returned, smiling his usual forced smile, but you couldn't look at him the same way anymore. That same night, you packed your things and left—no screaming, no hysterics. Only silence and an all-too-loud heartbeat.

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