Lilian checked into a hotel. She ordered a bottle of wine and a set meal to go with it. Now, she walked back and forth on the bed, eyes closed, with a gleeful, almost drunken smile on her face.
If that woman returns to this body, she'd surely thank me. How can you forfeit one hundred million because of a man that does not even love you?
She shook her head.
Aiaa. Rock bottom. Truly rock bottom
But then she suddenly gasped. "Wait a second."
Lilian jumped down from the bed. She took her phone and quickly swiped into the net. Then she searched up her original self and her family. Shocking enough, there were results. In fact, they were functioning.
She shook, quickly tossing the phone aside.
"What the heck is this?"
She was confused.
"If I am here. Then who is me? Why is my original body still attending work, events, and everything as usual?"
She began to pace around the room.
"Is this a parallel world? Come to think of it. I searched, and this show apparently no longer exists. It is not a TV show anymore like it used to be. It is… reality."
Lilian thought long and hard. She scratched her still wet hair every now and then, even more bewildered.
Just what was this situation?
She picked the phone and decided to play a video of herself from an interview earlier today.
'How do you feel, Lady Kas? Are you happy about your approaching wedding ceremony with Eric Rosell?'
"Huh?!" Lilian's mouth fell wide open, a fly could almost perch in it.
She herself in the video proceeded to respond with an endearing, polite smile. 'I am looking forward to it. This is going to be one of the best times of my life, Eric is a good man after all.'
"HUHHHHHHH?!!"
She quickly tossed the phone aside. "That is not me! When have I ever spoken that way?"
"Eric is a good man, after all," she mimicked and followed up with a spat, "This is ridiculous. I'd never marry a pompous jerk like him. Why is this suddenly a thing? Unless!"
She snapped her fingers. "The person in that body is not me. Just as I am in this body. I must have been replaced!"
Jackpot!
Frustration overcame her, and she began to pace back and forth in the room. "Whoever is in my body is going to ruin my life before I even find a way back. This is unacceptable. This is utterly unacceptable."
She pointed to her phone. "She even went shopping. She's spending my hard-earned money!"
A little angel perched upon her shoulder, chastising her. 'You are spending her money too.'
"Her money?" She glanced at the imaginary angel at her shoulder and flicked it away. "How is it her money? I'm a businesswoman, and I earned it fair and square. She was going to reject it just to crawl for a man that doesn't even love her. How is this the same?!"
Amidst her irritation, she suddenly noticed something outside. "Hm?"
Lilian moved closer to the window.
The rain was pouring heavily outside. Maybe it was her eyes or because she found herself a bit tipsy, but down there in the middle of the road, she could see a man's silhouette. He was gazing up directly towards her, the umbrella he held now set aside.
It was as though he did not mind the rain.
"What the…"
She squinted her eyes, subconsciously tilting her head to the side. The person looked familiar. That body, that straight-as-a-ruler posture, that tallness, and that haughty air, she could swear that person down there, she knew him.
But then from where? She could not really determine his face from this distance and especially at night with heavily pouring rain.
But then she shivered. "What is he, a creep?"
She slammed the window shut. Then she picked up the provided hotel telephone to phone the services. "Ah, if anyone comes looking for me, don't let them see me. I know no one, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Meanwhile, Caesar had finally returned to his manor. Upon walking inside, he was met with Vivian, who excitedly ran up to him.
"Caesar, you came back late today," she said, eyes gliding over him. "Eh, why are you drenched?"
He did not answer her. Caesar directly walked past her and took the steps to the second floor toward his bedroom.
He stripped himself of the wet coat, and every movement of his was riddled with unfounded frustration. Yet, the woman he had in his home did not make it any better. She continued to pester him.
"Caesar, do you know the news of your divorce is already circulating on the internet?"
He paused. He glanced at Vivian, who'd barged into his bedroom.
"That b*ch actually posted it herself. It's almost like she could not wait to do—"
Caesar snatched the phone from her. He scrolled into the post. Lilian indeed did make a post, announcing her divorce as if telling the world she was single.
It made a gnawing feeling prickle at his chest. His mood worsened beyond his control, the grip he had on the cellphone nearly disfiguring it.
"Eh… Caesar? Sweetheart, what is wrong with you?" Vivian finally noticed. "You have been in a bad mood all day. Why? Shouldn't you be happy she finally gave you the divorce? Now, we can get married. So why–"
"Get out."
"Caesar–"
"GET OUT!" Caesar snapped. The more he heard her unceasing pestering voice, the more his irritation increased.
Vivian staggered back.
She could not understand. But Caesar was anything to be around when he was this way. And so, she turned around and left him to himself.
The door was slammed shut.
Caesar threw his head back to stare at the ceiling.
What did Lilian think she was doing?
"So happy to divorce me? Is that it?"
He was not sure what had gotten into him, but he picked up his phone. He swiped into his messages, specifically Lilian's, containing hundreds of her messages he never bothered to respond to.
He typed, [We need to talk]
However, to his horror, Lilian had blocked him.
"This little…" He tried again. "She blocked me. Me?"
Unbelievable!
He chuckled, deep and throaty.
"What right does she have to block me?"
He pulled up her social, scowling at the announcement post she made. He scrolled to the inbox and typed in the same message. [We need to talk]
The message went through.
Then he waited and waited. Even as he bathed and ate and eventually slept, no response ever came. When he woke up in the morning, what greeted him was yet another block.
'You cannot message this recipient.'