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I collapsed on the floor, sobbing until I couldn’t breathe. Exhausted from crying, I realized I’d left my keys and phone upstairs. I had no choice but to go down to the security office in my slippers to borrow a phone.
In the elevator, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror: sallow–faced, eyes red and swollen, a complete wreck. I arrived at the security room to find a meticulously dressed young woman chatting smugly with the security guard, a sparkling diamond ring adorning her hand. Spotting me, she gave me a disgusted look and deliberately waved her hand in front of my face, saying to the security guard, “Look at this ring my boyfriend gave me, isn’t it gorgeous? He even planned a super romantic marriage proposal; let me show you.”
With that, she pulled out her phone and played a video. I heard a familiar voice: “My darling Luna, will you marry me?” I stared at the phone in disbelief. The video showed a breathtaking sea of flowers. Leo, looking dashing in a suit, was kneeling on one knee, holding out a diamond ring and a gold ring, his eyes filled with love.
Seeing that, I completely lost it and rushed to grab her phone. The woman screamed and started wrestling with me. Security guards rushed over to break us up, but I’d already lost my
mind and just wanted to vent my anger.
By the time I calmed down, it was already dawn. I was at the police station, and that woman kept touching up the makeup I’d smeared, crying to Leo, “Honey, she bullied me! You have to get revenge for me! I’m going to sue her!”
Leo walked into the police station, saw me, and there wasn’t a trace of concern He just pointed to the red mark on the woman’s face and asked, “Did you hit her?”
his eyes.
I pursed my lips, head down and silent. The woman beside me was still sobbing, “Honey, my
face hurts so much.”
When Leo heard that, he raised his hand and slapped me, saying, “There, I hit you back. No
need to sue.”
The night air was frigid. I retrieved my keys from the security guard, wrapped my arms around myself, and walked alone into the darkness. A gust of cold wind made me shiver, and a bitter taste rose in my throat. In that moment, I realized that true disappointment is when you’re
beyond tears.
Back home, the lingering scent of Leo’s cologne hung in the air. He was still here. When he saw me, he reached for a hug, saying, “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t have a choice. If I hadn’t hit her, she would have sued you.”
The smell in the room, combined with his insincere apology, made my stomach churn. I pushed him away, pointed at the door, and shouted, “Get out!”
He was so eager to leave just moments ago, and now I’m the one telling him to get out.
Leo saw I was angry and looked nervous. He still tried to hug me.
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“You’re someone else’s husband. Who are you calling baby?” I stormed into the bedroom,
threw all of Leo’s things out the door, slammed it shut, and burst into tears.
But Leo wouldn’t leave, stubbornly staying right outside the door. He called me over a
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hundred times and sent a ton of messages on WeChat, trying to explain:
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Baby, there’s nothing going on between her and me. She’s just Thomas’s cousin, and she’d just gone through a breakup. She was drinking and talking nonsense. Thomas and I are close, and he asked me to comfort his cousin. That’s why she might be a little dependent on me.
The coffee shop thing was a misunderstanding too. I was just trying to help her through
something, it wasn’t cheating.
[You have to believe me. After so many years together, I wouldn’t do this. I can’t bear to.]
Leo’s pathetic begging for forgiveness almost worked, softening my heart. I was just about to talk to him face–to–face when a WeChat message from Cherry popped up. I opened it and saw
their entire chat history. From the initial flirting when they first met, to the daily good morning and good night messages, hotel reservations, Leo’s sweet nothings, money transfers, and even a marriage proposal… They were even planning to get married on National Day, just three months
away.
Leo was still sobbing, sending me pictures of himself self–harming, and begging: [If you break up with me, I’ll die on your doorstep.]
If it weren’t for Cherry’s chat history, I don’t know if I would have ever found the strength to
harden my heart.
I typed out a line, and silence fell on the other end.
[Go to hell. If you can’t manage it yourself, I’ll help you. And I’ll even colle your body.]
I heard the rustling of packing from outside the door. Leo stopped talking and ran off.
