Say Goodbye to the Ex,Welcome to the New Life

My name was Opal Johnston. I wore a fake belly that I bought for 19.9 dollars on eBay to pretend I was pregnant and brought a gigolo that I rented for 9,999 dollars from a bar to the wedding venue of my exboyfriend, Oliver Taylor, and my phony best friend, Sydney Windrow.

I burst into tears and said, "Oliver, Sydney, I give you my blessings! Olivia, although I don't know why she got pregnant four months after we broke up three months ago, I sincerely wish you happy together forever!"

The gigolo, Anthony Atkinson, said with determination, "I will take good care of Opal and your baby, Oliver!"

All the guests were stunned.

I had at least ten exboyfriends, and Oliver was the first to have the nerve to betray me.

Of course, I couldn't tolerate it.

Before I could even take any action, while I was drinking at the bar, Sydney shamelessly sent me their wedding invitation.

[Opal, Oliver and I are getting married. You are welcome to attend our wedding.]

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw her message. She was my bestie indeed.

Under the dim light, I shook the wine glass in my hand and grabbed the uniform of the handsome guy who delivered the wine.

It seemed that his eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at me attentively, his gaze revealing a hint of doubt.

Help! His long eyelashes and full youthful feeling are tempting me.

I calmed myself down. After my heartbeat slowed down, I asked, "Do you need money? I'll pay 9,999 dollars for two hours of your time to act with me."

He obviously was stunned for a second, and then he smiled and said, "OK. My name is Anthony Atkinson."

His voice was clear and bright, almost enchanting.

I coughed awkwardly a few times and then took out my phone. "My name is Opal. I'll friend you on WhatsApp. Then I'll reach out to you." After hesitating for a moment, I asked, "Are you of legal age?"

I didn't dare to hire underage workers. It was illegal.

Anthony friended me on WhatsApp with a smile and replied meaningfully, "Of course. You can ask me to do anything."

I sprayed the wine out of my mouth. His words made it seem like I was going to do something to him.

He looked at me worriedly, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

I awkwardly smiled and interrupted him with a "Bye", and then I ran away.

On the way, I touched my slightly flushed face. I had no idea men younger than me could be this attractive!

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of Oliver and Sydney's wedding.

I put on makeup that made me look pitiful, wore a fake belly to pretend I was pregnant, and dressed in plussize maternity clothes, heading towards the wedding venue of the lovebirds.

Wearing sunglasses and a mask, I arrived at the location agreed upon with Anthony.

I saw him from afar. He was standing tall and straight in the sunlight, making me unconsciously wipe the corners of my mouth.

Sorry, I drooled a bit. Being young was great.

I stood in front of him and said, "Hi, Anthony."

He stared at my belly in astonishment, no longer that elegant. "Opal... You... You..."

Following his gaze, I looked down at my belly and patted it. "Chill. It's fake. We are going to do something big today. Come over here."

I waved at Anthony, and he bent down to listen to me whispering in his ear about today's plan.

I looked at him proudly. He suddenly realized something and nodded seriously. "Don't worry, Opal. I love acting the most. I guarantee they'll be utterly humiliated."

Very good. I liked obedient men the most. And his ears were already red after we talked for just a little while.

"Now, the bride and the groom can exchange rings..."

We arrived just in time for this solemn moment.

I carefully supported my big belly and walked into the venue unsteadily. I pinched my thigh suddenly and exclaimed.

All eyes were focused on me, and the spotlight followed.

When Oliver saw me, he panicked. His eyes seemed to ask why I came.

Of course, I came. I was invited by Sydney.

"Opal, you're here. I'm glad you could come to bless us."

Sydney's face showed a decent smile as she looked at me like a winner.

What was there to be proud of?

Oliver and I met at a business gathering. After he persistently pursued me for a year, I happened to be ready for a relationship and agreed.

I had money, and I could spend it on whoever I wanted.

Oliver probably thought I was pretending to be rich and didn't spend much on him.

It was not surprising that he would think that. After all, I usually wore only a white shirt, a pair of shorts, and a pair of slippers.

The joy of minimalist dressing was great.

Meanwhile, Sydney kept seducing him, so he cheated on me.

Everyone despised a jerk.

Sydney was the only one who treated him as a treasure. She got pregnant out of wedlock and had a shotgun marriage. Silly woman. She'd suffer.

Hearing Sydney's words, I took out the speaker I had prepared and said, looking pitiful and teary.

"Thank you all for coming to the wedding of my exboyfriend who broke up with me three months ago and my best friend who is four months pregnant.

"I am really happy to see them get married. They're perfect for each other. I sincerely wish them a long and happy life as a family of three.

"Oh, by the way, just a friendly reminder. You can send your blessings to the baby in advance. Although the bride's baby will be born in six months, the groom's first child, which is the baby I'm carrying, will be born in four months. Best wishes to everyone."

Anthony considerately took out a tissue and wiped away my tears. He said warmly, "I will take good care of Opal and your baby, Oliver!"

Everyone, including Oliver and Sydney, was stunned.

Goodbye, scumbag. I'm leaving for good.

"Opal..."

Oliver shouted my name behind me, but I ignored him and left with Anthony, immersed in sadness.

Right after we walked out of the wedding venue, Anthony gave me a thumbsup and praised me with shining eyes, "Opal, you're amazing. If you enter showbiz, everyone else will be unemployed."

I was quite flattered.

Feeling a little embarrassed by his praise, I patted his shoulder. "Anthony, you have great potential in acting. I'll transfer the money to you."

I initiated a transfer to Anthony on WhatsApp, but he refused, "It's nothing. I'm glad to know you, Opal."

But I already made a promise, and he agreed to take my money. How could he refuse now?

I insisted on giving Anthony the money, but he disagreed, "Opal, don't forget about me. You may treat me to a meal when you're free."

I was puzzled. How come 9,999 dollars couldn't be compared to a meal?

But seeing him stick to his decision, I had no choice but to accept it.

Walking around with a big belly was quite inconvenient, so I waved goodbye to him.

Just as I took a few steps, I heard his voice from behind. "Opal..."

I turned my head in confusion only to see him in the breeze waving at me, looking in high spirits. "You haven't personally told me your full name yet."

Oh, that was right. He helped me so much, but I didn't even tell him my full name.

He attached great importance to the sense of ceremony, I guessed.

So, I turned around and formally introduced myself to him, "Nice to meet you, Anthony Atkinson. I'm Opal Johnston."

His smile made my heart skip a beat.

In a few days, the video of me causing a scene at Oliver's wedding was uploaded online by a guest and caused a heated discussion.

As the person involved, I was contacted by various marketing accounts and interviewed. Regarding this, I said, "My baby is gone. No matter what, they will always be the people I love the most. I won't stop them from being happy."

For a while, I became the most pitiful girl online, and Oliver and Sydney were severely criticized.

But I had no time to care about that because I was collecting loans.

After my mom found out about this, she thought I was too idle and sent me to collect rent and loans.

This company owed more than a million dollars in loans and was late in paying them.

My fake belly came in handy again.

I dressed up, put the fake belly on, and came to this company. Well, I didn't do anything except stand there and ask the receptionist while touching my belly, "Is Mr. Bailey here?"

After a week, Curtis Bailey became anxious and called me, saying, "I will pay you back the money, but you must explain to my company's employees and my wife. You were just here to collect the debt!"

He should have paid me back long ago.

I smiled and answered, "OK. Once you transfer the money, I will clarify."

In no time, the money was transferred.

Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder, scaring me into thinking that Curtis wanted to silence me by killing me.

I turned my head, and it turned out to be Anthony, wearing a delivery uniform.

"Opal, you... You're pregnant again?"

He saw me in both my pregnancies. It was quite embarrassing. He wouldn't think I have any fetishes, would he?

I shushed him, indicating for him to quietly watch me perform.

I said to the receptionist, "I'm here to collect a debt. Don't get me wrong. It's nothing personal. Please."

I pulled Anthony out of the door, no longer caring about what Curtis would suffer because of my words.

Walking on the road, I was about to take out the fake belly, but I found that my hand was being held.

Oh, I remembered that I was the one who held Anthony's hand first.

I let go, but my hand still couldn't move.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at Anthony, shaking his hand that was tightly holding mine.

He only seemed to come back to his senses now, blushing and looking at me innocently. "I'm sorry, Opal, your hand is so soft... I forgot to let go. You won't blame me, right?"

How could I? His tone was so sweet.

I looked him up and down and slowly said, "Are you very short of money?"

Anthony lowered his eyes and hesitated. Then he said, "Sort of."

"Well, forget it. I was going to treat you to a meal..." I muttered to myself. Then I encouraged him, "Go to work, or you'll be fined for being late!"

But his hearing was good, and he heard my whisper. He became energetic at once. "You want to treat me to a meal? Let's go! Right now!"

"But... your salary will be deducted."

"No more orders today. Let's go, Opal."

I looked at the bags of takeout behind his electric scooter and fell silent.

In the end, I insisted on accompanying Anthony to deliver all the takeout.

Otherwise, it would be too unfair to the poor souls waiting for their takeout.

Anthony, who had bought water at the convenience store, walked toward me and asked me to extend my hand. Then he put a large bottle of jasmine tea in my hand.

It was a bit heavy, and I almost didn't catch it properly.

"How did you know I like to drink this?"

Looking at the bottle of drink in my hand, I couldn't help but marvel at how good Anthony was at choosing. His casual pick happened to be my favorite.

He scratched his head shyly and answered, his ears slightly red, "Because you post it a lot on your Instagram."

He cared a lot about details. Then I might as well let him be part of my post today.

I held up the drink and took selfies with Anthony. We were such a perfect match.

But when he bent down and leaned against my head, his breath next to my ear tickled me a bit.

While we were taking photos, Anthony's magnetic voice suddenly passed through my ears like an electric current. "Opal..."

Shit! Goosebumps covered my whole body, and my legs suddenly went weak. I almost couldn't stand, but luckily, he caught me in time.

I touched my ear awkwardly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

Did he really need to be so close to tell me that he was hungry? I bet he did it on purpose.

I gave him a meaningful look, but he looked innocent and righteous.

Well, maybe I was overthinking. After all, he's a young guy. Why would he think as much as an old woman like me?

Young men were perfect. They had plenty of time and energy.

Since we had a meal, Anthony had been sending me messages on WhatsApp every day, either saying "Good morning, Opal" or "Good night, Opal", and sharing his daily life with me.

He made me feel happy, but it didn't stop me from going on blind dates.

After Oliver, my mom looked down on my taste in men. I told her I was just playing around, but she didn't believe me.

Under her forced request, I was forced to go on blind dates. She didn't ask me to get married, but she insisted on me knowing how great her taste was.

I didn't think the man my mom picked out was a gentleman, considering it had been half an hour since the time we agreed upon.

I picked up my phone and complained to my mom, then I was ready to leave.

A familiar figure caught my eye.

Anthony?

"Opal..." Anthony looked at the seat number and then at me in disbelief, calling me with a face full of grievances.

"You're Hector Atkinson? My blind date?"

I was angry. He actually lied to me!

He said he was a 22yearold college student, doing parttime jobs every day to earn a living for himself!

But the information clearly stated that he was 27 years old, while I was 26 years old. I was smaller than him!

Anthony opened his mouth to say something, but I angrily interrupted him, "You lied to me? Goodbye!"

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I picked up my bag and walked out, and at the same time, I took out my phone to delete him.

Although I came, that was all. I was simply here to fulfill my mom's request.

I was so pissed off!