Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 985: Why Not Just End It All?

Chapter 985: Chapter 985: Why Not Just End It All?

Before Bertha Swift received the news of the delay from the "The Doctors" crew, she had already seen on the internet that the project was withdrawn, but she still held onto a sliver of hope in her heart until she received the message from the crew, finally shattering her last hope.

Seeing her flat wallet and the double-digit amount in her mobile payment app, her heart sank into the depths. _{f|ree(w)ebn\o.vel.com}

Having eaten plain boiled noodles for half a month straight, her complexion had turned as pale as those noodles. After her last visit to South Mountain, her last bits of savings were squeezed dry by the two plane tickets, plunging her into complete hardship.

This hardship, accompanied by the weakness after the abortion, made her look utterly downtrodden.

Due to the blow-up with her family, she didn’t enroll in medical school after the semester began. Originally, her studying medicine was due to parental coercion, and now no one cared if she didn’t register.

Bertha Swift couldn’t help but use sarcasm on herself; she had been a good kid to her parents for over twenty years, only to be completely abandoned for one act of disobedience.

So what was the love she painstakingly sought and begged for all about before?

Bertha curled up in her rented single room, lacking sufficient heating, subconsciously touching her flat belly. Perhaps her physical state was deteriorating; recently she kept having dreams, sometimes dreaming of a crying child, sometimes feeling something pressed against her belly, whispering, as if calling for mama or cursing her.

Every time she woke up, she was drenched in cold sweat—fear, guilt, unease, and an indescribable sense of helplessness.

In her muddled state, she thought about ending it all altogether.

But when she was clear-headed, she was unwilling.

She didn’t do anything wrong, so why punish herself?

Knock knock knock...

While Bertha Swift sank into a low tide of emotions, a sudden knock on the door interrupted her.

She awoke from her daze, looked at the message from the crew on her phone, and her lips curved into a sarcastic smile. Participating in the auditions for "The Doctors" and being chosen out of the blue was a fluke. If it weren’t for this, would she have starved herself to death?

She struggled to get up from the bed and dragged herself to open the door, only to find Maria White with a face covered in a mask, asking confusedly, "Anything wrong?"

Only after speaking did she realize her voice was horrendously hoarse.

"Are you okay?" Maria White adjusted her face mask as she spoke, her voice sounding a bit odd due to the mask.

Bertha hesitated for a moment, then shook her head, "I’m fine."

Since the last time they went to West Mountain together, her relationship with this roommate had notably improved, but only improved. Her personality was destined not to make many friends.

However, Maria White was more outgoing and occasionally chatted with her.

"Fine? You might want to take a look in the mirror; your current complexion isn’t much better than a ghost’s. Haven’t you eaten again today?" Maria White disregarded Bertha’s denial.

Bertha felt a bit awkward, "I’m uncomfortable and can’t eat."

"Honestly, did you have a falling out with your family and ran away?" Hearing Bertha’s words, Maria White didn’t walk away as usual but asked intriguingly.

Bertha clearly hadn’t expected such a question, hesitating and momentarily unsure how to respond.

Her silence was taken as acquiescence by Maria White.

"I knew it—you can tell from your aura and the clothes you wore when you came that you aren’t a kid from a poor family. Yet, these days you’re living poorer than a dog, more pitiful than a cat. You must have run away without money, and don’t know how to earn when you’re used to luxury. So, you’re starving, right?" Maria White concluded knowingly.

Bertha opened her mouth to explain but found that what Maria White said seemed to be true. Only, she didn’t run away; she was kicked out.

"Okay, no need to talk about it. Let’s go out and eat first. You’re so beautiful; do you still fear starving to death?" Without waiting for Bertha to say anything further, Maria White grabbed her and pulled her out.

Bertha felt somewhat uncomfortable with such intimate contact and wanted to resist but was pressed onto the simple sofa in the living room by Maria White, "Sit first."

After Maria White finished speaking, the doorbell rang. She quickly tore off the mask on her face and dashed outside, soon returning with two takeout boxes, placing one in front of Bertha and efficiently opening a box for herself. She cracked her chopsticks ready to eat, noticing Bertha hadn’t moved, "Eat, why are you spacing out?"

Bertha’s words of refusal changed upon seeing Maria White eat heartily. She realized her stomach felt unbearably empty, so she pressed her lips and whispered thanks before slowly breaking open her chopsticks.

Maria, with a mouth full of meat, mumbled, "Not asking you to eat for free; once you’re full, you have to tidy up the house for us."

Initially feeling a bit uneasy, Bertha quickly answered well and remembered disliking the other’s poor hygiene when she first arrived, feeling compelled to shake her head lightly.

Having not tasted rice and meat for over half a month, she found the food fragrant for the first time while eating with vegetables.

But after eating, Bertha had to worry about her livelihood again. The delay of "The Doctors" crew was indefinite, and she didn’t know whether it would start again; she couldn’t just wait around and had to find a way to live.

But what should she do?

While Bertha was tidying up the living room and worrying, Maria White suddenly looked up at her, "Do you know how to dance?"

Bertha turned back, confused, looking at Maria White, seeing her on the phone. Assuming it wasn’t directed at her, she planned to continue what she was doing, unexpectedly, Maria covered the phone, "Do you know how to dance? My friend’s shop has an event, short of two dancers temporarily, five hundred each time. If you know how, we can prepare now?"

Originally Bertha had a refusal ready, but hearing five hundred each time, she licked her dry lips, "I can, but I’m not sure if I can..."

"Don’t worry, Bright, I’ll bring my sister over soon." Before Bertha finished, Maria White replied to the person on the phone.

After hanging up, seeing Bertha still in a daze, she urged, "Why spacing out? Hurry up and tidy up; five hundred, if you don’t earn it, it’s a waste."

"Oh, okay." Bertha numbly agreed, turning to categorize the trash and went to her room.

When she emerged, Maria White had already put on heavy makeup, making Bertha remember, "Where are we dancing? Do we need to rehearse? I haven’t danced in a long time..."

"Worried about what? Opening dance at a bar, a dozen sisters, you just need to know how to dance, go with the flow." Maria White said indifferently, clearly having done this sort of thing quite a bit.

Bertha Swift was stunned, "Bar?"

"Didn’t I just tell you? It’s no big deal now that you know. Don’t worry, I’ll do heavy makeup on you; no one will recognize you." Maria White said nonchalantly.

Bertha was still a bit hesitant, but Maria had already started working on her face with a big makeup brush, muttering, "People are starving, who cares about all that? We’re making money with our skills, not selling ourselves, what are we afraid of?"

Maria’s words made Bertha tense up for a moment, then relax. She was right; they were making money with their skills, not selling themselves...

Compared to when she tried every way to throw herself at that second son of the Piers family, only to end up humiliated by Adam Piers, isn’t this better?

Bertha took a deep breath, letting Maria continue her work on her face.

An hour later.

The two arrived backstage at the bar.

For years, Bertha had been raised as a rich lady, receiving elite education from a young age, strict to the point of leaving no room for her own personal thoughts.

Her father was dedicated to grooming her into a valuable vase, to secure the greatest benefits for the Swift family at crucial moments, and Bertha had always followed her father’s teachings, never daring to step over the line, let alone come to a bar, a place her father deemed unsavory and shameful.

But who would have thought that in just a month’s time, she’d not only come here but also was here to dance for five hundred dollars.

Taking a deep breath, Bertha calmed her heartbeat so it wasn’t racing so much.

Beside her, Maria looked very familiar with the place, as if a fish taking to water, and casually patted her, "Don’t be nervous, the lighting is dim, and we have on heavy makeup; no one will recognize us."

"Mm." Bertha responded softly, having been comforted like this by Maria all the way here, her mindset was much better.

Compared to starving and then embarrassingly returning home to beg for her father’s forgiveness, then finding a way to attach herself to another rich young master and becoming a cat’s paw for family interests, this felt alright.

After self-soothing, Bertha followed Maria to change clothes.

Yet even with the mental preparation on the way, seeing those gaudy skirts, Bertha’s cheeks couldn’t help but flush.

Maria noticed her hesitation and pulled her along, "Don’t worry, it just looks garish, but it definitely won’t reveal anything."

Bertha reluctantly nodded and changed clothes with Maria in the somewhat cramped dressing room.

Finally changed, Bertha noticed that she hadn’t heard Maria’s voice in a while and turned around puzzled, only to see Maria staring blankly at her, making her cheeks even hotter, "Why are you looking at me like that? Is it strange?"

Maria shook her head, gulping, "What did you eat growing up? You’re way too fair and have grown too well, right?"

"Ahem..." Bertha was choked up by Maria’s tone, then withdrew a little uncomfortably, "Shouldn’t we be going out?"

"And that chest of yours, without a bra, is still standing so firm, if I were a man, you’d enchant me to death." Maria teased exaggeratedly, making Bertha’s cheeks even redder. It was her first time being flirted with by a woman.

The girls around her used to either fawn over her or secretly look down on her; it was her first time encountering someone like Maria.

"Aren’t we going to rehearse?" Bertha, embarrassed, didn’t know where to put her hands and feet.

"I’ll take you." Maria finally collected herself and took Bertha to the place where the other girls waited, letting her get familiar with the music and dance.

Bertha had learned national and modern dance, as well as having a foundation in ballet, so she quickly picked up any dance, especially since they were accompanying a lounge singer today, and the dance didn’t require much skill. She mastered it after just two rounds.

When the music started, Bertha joined the group of heavily made-up, flamboyantly dressed girls on stage, feeling much more relaxed than before performing offstage.

But what she didn’t expect was for the bar to be even more popular than she’d imagined, with cheers and whistles ringing out the moment they appeared, and Bertha had to immerse herself in the dance not to be affected by the shouts.

Little did she know that her body and dance moves soon attracted a lot of attention, with someone even recording a video and posting it on Facebook Circle.

Adam Piers, in the afternoon, had returned from Anson City to the Piers’ hospital in Swallow City and planned to sneak out, only to be caught by his dad, who had the bodyguard drag him back to the hospital bed by his collar.

In recent years, no matter how he fared outside, back home, there were only scolding and beatings from his dad, never a third outcome. Being pressed down on the hospital bed now, he didn’t even have the chance to protest, his dream of freedom upon returning to Swallow City shattered.

Bored, he saw the article David Locke had someone release, sneered, waited for Bertha Swift to come begging to him impoverished, and started browsing his Facebook Circle.

With many playboy friends in his circle constantly indulging in extravagance, seeing the first video of a bar performance posted in the circle didn’t faze him, he just laughed and cursed, but then he saw a second, and a third, all praising how beautiful and supple the girl’s waist was in the third video, with the comments section full of filth, some even directly asking for prices.

Curious despite himself, Adam wondered what these guys weren’t afraid of finding dirty. But clicking on the video, it took just one look to turn him to stone, followed by an unspeakable anger flooding his mind. Looking at his buddies’ comments, he wished he could gouge out their eyes.

"Fuck!" Adam swore, then directly private messaged the person who posted the video.

Since entering Piers and starting in the entertainment industry, Adam had rarely contacted anyone from his old circle, so his sudden outreach delighted the other party. When Adam stated his intention, at first the person was surprised, then quickly agreed.

The others soon deleted the posts from their Facebook Circles too.

Even with his circle cleaned up, Adam remained unhappy, seething with an inexplicable rage. So, those days he almost died at West Mountain, and she not only didn’t care but went partying at night? The rich lady persona was all an act, after all.

He knew Mr. Swift, who was only out for profit, couldn’t raise a rich lady; in the end, she was just a wild hen!

But after cursing, the anger in Adam’s heart didn’t subside, instead, it burned even hotter. He again asked the rich kid for the video, opened it, and watched repeatedly, finding the woman in the flashy outfit and heavy makeup provocatively intoxicating. Grinding his teeth bitterly, he realized he had signed a devil’s contract with Brandon for this woman and had David Locke create a filming delay as a ruse, waiting for Bertha to beg him, yet she was living it up, not knowing in which man’s arms she laid at night!

Thinking of those vulgar words under the video earlier, Adam got angrier and angrier, then threw his phone away.

Back at the bar.

Having been contacted twice in one night by Adam, his playboy friends, sensing an opportunity to climb higher through the Piers family, focused their gaze on the woman intently dancing on stage, chuckling sleazily before whispering to the brothers nearby. Glancing at Bertha on stage again, it was as if they no longer saw a woman, but wealth and prosperity.