After Knowing My Identity, My Boyfriend Begged at My Feet — Novel

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In a world where loyalty and love collide, Danna finds herself grappling with a betrayal that cuts deeper than she ever expected. After painstakingly securing a ticket home for a cherished trip with her boyfriend, Kervin, she is blindsided when he gives it away to his friend, Rosalie, without a second thought. As the stakes rise and tensions flare, Danna is left questioning not just her relationship but her own value.

What happens when kindness becomes a weapon and understanding turns into a burden? With the echoes of Kervin's dismissive words still ringing in her ears, Danna must navigate the choppy waters of her emotions. Will she continue to play the role of the supportive girlfriend, or will she finally stand up for herself? As layers of deception unfold, Danna is faced with a choice: to remain in the shadows of Kervin’s world or to break free and discover the truth about her own identity.

In this gripping tale of love, betrayal, and self-discovery, Danna’s journey promises to challenge everything she thought she knew about loyalty and the price of true affection. What will she uncover about herself and those she thought she could trust?

After Knowing My Identity, My Boyfriend Begged at My FeetChapter 1

On the eve of National Day, after three sleepless nights of refreshing the ticketing app, I finally managed to secure two high-speed rail tickets home—one for me and one for my boyfriend.

I let out a long sigh of relief, only for my phone to buzz with his message.

[Rosalie is in a bad mood. I gave her your ticket.]

[See if you can still grab a standing ticket. It's only seven or eight hours anyway.]

I stared at the canceled order on my screen, my chest tightening.

After a moment of silence, I took a deep breath and dialed a different number.

"Dad, can our private jet land directly at the entrance of my university?"

——

On the other end, there was a two-second pause. Clearly, my father was startled by the abrupt and rather extravagant request. But he knew me well. I wasn't the type to throw tantrums without reason.

"Yes," he agreed without hesitation. "No problem."

"Thanks, Dad."

"You don't need to thank me. We'll talk when you get home."

The call had barely ended when my boyfriend, Kervin, rang me, his tone sharp with impatience.

"Danna! What's wrong with you? Why aren't you answering my messages?"