Fifteen Years Wasted, Now I’m Done Chapter 05

Fifteen Years Wasted, Now I’m Done Chapter 05

The situation exploded.

When I started the livestream, the comments were a flood.

Ryan entered the stream too. Tried to shout Hadley’s innocence over the scrolling storm of curses.

Tommy’s voice came through my earpiece.

“You still need to make a statement. Otherwise the audience will stay focused on the drama.”

I stared into the camera.

Forced a smile. Gave them my most professional tone. “My boyfriend and I have broken up. No need to follow this any further.”

The chat detonated.

[She’s basically confirming Hadley’s the other woman!]

[Trash man and his side piece, get out! Hailey shines alone!]

Ryan’s texts machine-gunned onto my screen.

“Since when did I agree to a breakup?”

“Are you insane?”

“You’re seriously trying to destroy Hadley?”

“I promise. I’ll keep my distance from her. Just clear this up first. Please?”

I kept introducing products.

“Forgive me, Hailey. I’m out of options.”

Ryan started dropping gifts in the stream.

Within seconds, he rocketed to the top donor spot. Used the gift effects to send messages.

[Hadley is my girlfriend.]

Then vanished.

He sent more gifts.

One after another.

The screen endlessly scrolled with “Hadley is my girlfriend.” It hit me like a slap across the face.

I stared at the special-effect messages dominating my screen.

My hand went slack. The product crashed to the floor. Shattered.

[Haddie and I have been together for years. We’re happy. Stop bothering us.]

[Host, please don’t cling to clout.]

[Anyone who spreads one more rumor about Haddie will hear from my lawyers.]

Ryan spent a fortune on gifts. Buying Hadley a clean reputation that didn’t exist.

He didn’t hesitate to erase our past.

Erased our history of scraping by together. The rawest, most genuine love we’d ever had.

Fifteen years meant nothing to him.

Every sound in my ears cut out. My nails bit deep into my palms.

Opened my mouth. Only the taste of blood rose up.

Like an invisible fist had reached in and started ripping. Mashing my heart. Shredding my brain.

It tore the boy I’d loved most—the one I knew best—completely out of my world.

Leaving nothing. Just barren ground.

The studio lights burned into my collapse. No hiding.

I covered my face. In front of tens of thousands of viewers, I shattered. Cried like something inside me had broken.

Chaos erupted.

“Block the camera!”

“Kill the equipment!”

“The host collapsed. Someone get her out of here…”

Stream cut.

I was rushed to the hospital.