Chapter 5
The relationship tester had pinned a new post.
“A certain gentleman invited me on a little trip. I’ll livestream the results when we get there.”
There was a selfie.
And a plane ticket.
The comments went absolutely insane.
Even when people saw the stream required payment, a flood of them said they’d pay.
People swarmed my account asking if I was finally going to break up.
I held my ground and posted one more message.
“Relationship tester, I know who my boyfriend is. Please stop. This is for your own good.”
This time the reaction shifted a little.
Instead of mocking me, people started pitying me.
Pulling up my old posts.
Analyzing my psychology.
Diagnosing me like I was a case study.
“She must have grown up without enough love.”
“That’s why she clings to men.”
“She’s just too proud to admit the truth.”
I closed the app right then.
A friend request popped up from a stranger.
I accepted it.
She immediately sent me a photo.
Aaron.
And a location.
“He’s here.”
The next day was Saturday.
I booked a flight.
On the way to the airport, a girl stepped right in front of me.
She told me the relationship tester had helped her see the truth about her own boyfriend.
Then she grabbed my hand with this pitying look.
“Look, I can’t stand watching you do this to yourself. Is defending a man really worth all of this? You need to wake up.”
I nodded, looking her straight in the eyes.
“You’re so right. Thank you.”
Then I reached into my bag and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill.
“Here. I just found this on the ground. Take it.”
She blinked.
“Oh… I mean… found money… I probably shouldn’t…”
She said that, but her hand was already reaching for it.
The second her fingers were about to touch it, I snatched it back.
“You’d seriously take found money? You just failed the morality test.”
She lost it.
“Are you kidding me? I gave you real advice and you pull some stupid trick on me?”
“You people love testing others, right? How does it feel when the tables turn?”
“That’s totally different! That’s love being tested!”
I laughed.
“They’re both tests.”
“Who are you people anyway? What gives any of you the right to randomly test strangers?”
Her face turned red.
“No wonder everyone calls you a doormat. Just wait until the livestream. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”
She stormed off.
I kept walking.