Off Script: The Trophy Girlfriend's Revenge

This was my fourth year as Spencer Sterling's trophy girlfriend.

He got bored and asked to break up.

I planned to do my usual routine: cry, scream, threaten to end it all.

Just like countless times beforeperform deep devotion, satisfy his ego.

But then, floating text appeared in the air before my eyes. The Comments.

They said Spencer was serious this time.

He had fallen for someone else. This was truly the last time we would meet.

Instantly, I went silent.

I shed a few silent tears while using my pinky finger to hook the stack of cash on the floor, rolling it into my palm and tucking it deep into my sleeve.

Chapter 1

[The Male Lead is for real this time. The Supporting Female still thinks he's flirting.]

[Yeah, he just wants to dump her to chase our Princess. If she keeps clinging, its just pathetic.]

I saw these floating comments three minutes ago, right when Spencer mentioned breaking up.

Usually, when Spencer threatened a breakup, he was just throwing a tantrum, wanting to see me beg and say I couldn't live without him.

I had just brewed up some tears, ready to wail, when the text blocked the sound in my throat.

I looked up. The man in front of me was as immaculate as ever in a black dress shirt, cuffs folded perfectly. But the watch on his wrist wasn't the Patek Philippe I bought him for his birthday last year. It was a modest, mid-range brand.

A brand the old Spencer never would have touched.

The comments continued:

[She has zero self-awareness. Can't she see his dark face? Take the money and get lost, girl.]

I looked into Spencers eyes. Eyes I had memorized over the last three years.

This time, I didn't need to squint to see the disgust.

The eyes that used to fake affection no longer held my reflection.

In that moment, I knew the comments were real.

So, I choked back the scene I had prepared. My voice came out raspier than intended. "So, how much is the severance package?"

Spencer froze, clearly not expecting that question.

He pulled out a stack of bills and threw them into the air.

Red hundred-dollar bills rained down on the floor.

He looked at me coldly, waiting for my reaction.

I pursed my lips and stood there.

The text scrolled rapidly before my eyes:

[Pick it up! This is your last chance to cash out!]

[The Male Lead sees her true colors now. He's humiliating her on purpose. He finally realizes that everyone else just wants his money, only our Princess is pure and uncorrupted.]

[But didn't she date him for three years? Breaking up this ugly... is the Male Lead really the good guy?]

[What do you know? She's just a gold digger. She took the money; she has no right to talk about dignity.]

[As long as you're alive, you have a right to dignity.]

...

While the comments argued, I had already squatted down, gathered the scattered bills, organized them neatly, and placed them in my purse.

The comments were harsh, but they were right about one thing: this was my last payday from Spencer. I had to make it count.

Maybe my scoop-and-go technique was too professional. When I turned to leave, I glanced back and saw Spencers face was dripping with darkness.

Three years of intense training almost made me instinctively tear up and profess my love.

But then more mocking comments floated by. I snapped out of it, bit my lip, and said dully, "Or... should you leave first?"

Spencer didn't speak. He stormed out, face cold as ice.

I watched his back, thinking about the designer bags and jewelry he gave me over the years. My heart actually ached.

Only now did I dare let the tears blur my vision.

This might really be the last time.

Goodbye, Spencer Sterling.

Chapter 2

[Whoa, why does the Supporting Female look actually heartbroken?]

[Doesn't she only care about money? Why is she crying like that?]

I saw the comments and quickly wiped my face.

When I looked up, Spencer had turned around in the distance. He was looking at me, his expression complicated.

Terrified he might ask for a refund, I turned sideways and power-walked away. My white sneaker stepped into a loose paving stone, splashing dirty mud all over the toe.

I admit, my exit was a bit messy.

But at least I got away safely.

That night, in my rental apartment, I counted cash while sending out resumes.

I deposited the $7,000 severance Spencer gave me immediately after leaving his gated community.

If he had given me just $3,000 more, I would have hit my savings goal of $500,000.

The economy is bad. I didn't dare invest in stocks. I put it all in CDs. Low interest, but zero risk.

After balancing the ledger, I lay on the bed and finally had time to be sad.

I missed the money, sure. But I missed Spencer, too.

When I graduated, I got scammed out of my savings by a fake landlord, then worked an unpaid internship where they fired me on the last day.

I was starving when I met Spencer.

Maybe when your luck hits rock bottom, it bounces. I was plain, but I was exactly Spencer's type.

He was generous. Ten grand a month allowance, plus expensive gifts.

I couldn't repay him with money, so I repaid him with ego boosts.

He liked me clingy. He liked me helpless.

I even took acting classes to provide better emotional value. I could turn 30% affection into 100% devotion.

But luck comes fast and leaves faster.

I stared at the ceiling, wondering where Id find work tomorrow.

Then, the strange text started scrolling again.

[What is the Male Lead doing? He let Princess find out about the Supporting Female. Now Princess is mad. Poor baby.]

[If I recall, the Supporting Female dated him first. Why is the Heroine mad?]

[Stop being a troll. She was just a canary. A sugar baby doesn't count as a girlfriend.]

The comments started fighting. My eyes were getting blurry.

Then, a bright red comment stopped the war.

[The Male Lead is crazy. He wants to bring the Supporting Female in to make Princess jealous? Let's see if she has the shame to show up.]

The second the text vanished, my phone rang.

"Come to Club Vane. Room 305," Spencer said. Short and concise.

I remembered the last comment and felt guilty. "We broke up, maybe it's not..."

"Five thousand."

"But..."

"Fifteen."

"However..."

"Thirty thousand."

"I'm on my way."

I hopped on my bicycle and rode against the night wind toward the location.

The comments floating above the road were roasting me alive.

Let them roast. Thirty grand for a cameo? Theyd run faster than me if they had the chance.

Spencer wanted me to act like a simp in front of the Heroine.

At this point, I knew my place.

But the moment I walked into the VIP room, the "Honey" on my lips froze.

Because the person standing there, the "Princess" the comments worshipped...

Was Jenna.

The fake heiress who kicked me out of my own biological family.

Chapter 3

Facing Jennas disdainful glare, the thirty grand suddenly didn't seem worth it.

I went silent.

Spencer called me over. I responded absentmindedly.

Sensing my lack of enthusiasm, Spencers face darkened.

He ignored Jenna, who he was supposedly obsessed with, and frowned at me.

Until the comments mentioned the Heroine again. He reacted like a puppet.

He grabbed me and pulled me into his arms, right in front of Jenna.

Then, as expected, Jennas eyes turned red with anger.

In that instant, I felt so tired.

I put my hand on his chest and pushed us an arm's length apart.

I dug around in my pocket for a while, finally pulling out a set of keys and tossing them on the table.

"I only came to return the keys you left at my place." I tried to sound relieved, but my voice shook.

I didn't actually know what keys these wereSpencers front door was biometricbut I bet Spencer didn't know either.

Someone snickered. Spencers friends. They always looked down on me. Like the scrolling text, they probably thought I was playing hard to get.

A nameless fire rose in my chest. I pointed a trembling finger at Spencer.

"A good ex should be like a corpsedead and silent! Don't contact me again, do you understand?!"

I didn't have the courage to look at him again. I turned and ran.

I ran all the way out of the club before I dared to lean against a wall and sob.

Spencer dumping me was fine.

But choosing Jenna? That hurt.

When Jenna stole my parents and kicked me out of the house, I was seventeen. Half of the hunger and humiliation I suffered these past years was her doing.

I was waiting to save enough capital to pull a "revenge of the fallen heiress" plot.

How did Spencer become her backer?

I bit my lip, afraid to make a sound, shaking with silent sobs.

The floating comments went quiet.

[Damn, why does she look actually pitiful...]

[Yeah, I'm kinda feeling bad for her.]

What do you mean kinda pitiful? I am objectively miserable, okay?

Finally, I couldn't hold it. I squatted down and wailed.

A tissue appeared in front of my face.

The person holding it had one hand over his ear, looking at me with a complicated expression.

"You love him that much? Enough to torture yourself?"

It was Sawyer Sterling. Spencers younger brother.

I didn't speak. He squatted down and wiped my messy face.

"I used to think you were just a glutton who loved money. I didn't know you could love so genuinely. You cursed him out in public just to help him move on."

His tone was awkward, a blush creeping up his neck. He thought for a long time before speaking again.

"Chloe, be with me. I'll treat you better than my brother did."

I looked up, staring at him.

He scratched his head nervously. "I mean it. Be my girlfriend. I won't let anyone bully you. Whatever my brother gave you, I'll give you too."

"Ten grand a month?"

"Deal."

"Okay. We're dating."

Chapter 4

Sawyer was visibly stunned by my speed. Then, a huge grin spread across his face.

Before he could speak, a tall figure stepped out of the shadows.

[Haha, the Male Lead thinks she loves him so much. He bet his friends shed reject Sawyer instantly.]

I realized Spencer had been watching me cry the whole time.

He watched coldly until I accepted Sawyer. Then he stepped out.

He looked at me, then at my hand tightly gripping Sawyer's.

He took a step forward.

Sawyer stepped in front of me, grinning at his brother. "Bro, here to congratulate me? You always told Mom and Dad I needed a girlfriend. Now I found one. You should be happy."

Spencers face was grim.

Sawyer ignored it. "No need for speeches. I want alone time with my girlfriend."

"Your girlfriend?" Spencer sounded like he was grinding his teeth.

Sawyer acted oblivious, lifting our joined hands. "Of course she's my girlfriend."

When Spencer saw the ring-free fingers interlocked with his brother's, his pupils shrank. The rage in his eyes was almost tangible.

It scared me. I instinctively hid behind Sawyer.

The comments overhead went wild:

[Male Lead thought she was loyal. They broke up this morning and she's already sold the couple rings.]

[Told you she's a gold digger. Only our Princess truly loves him for him.]

Spencer looked even worse after that comment appeared.

Sawyer, enjoying the chaos, pulled me from behind his back and wrapped an arm around me.

"She's mine now," he taunted. "What, you gonna stay and watch us make out?"

He grabbed the back of my head and leaned in like he was going to kiss me.

I went stiff. I saw Spencers fist clench.

Just then, Jenna appeared and grabbed Spencers arm.

"You've been gone so long. It's boring without you." She ignored us completely, focusing her whining on Spencer.

Spencers irritation visibly smoothed out.

He put on a gentle mask, rubbed Jennas hair, and said softly, "Just getting some air. Sorry to keep you waiting."

As a canary who spent three years pleasing him, I had never seen him this gentle.

Sawyer tickled my palm. I looked up. He rolled his eyes at them and mouthed: They hooked up ages ago. Homewreckers deserve each other. But my brother treats her like a treasure.

I laughed at his expression, then remembered who was standing there and frowned again.