The heiress who was supposed to marry me fell for a bad boy. She raced cars, got into fights, and defied her parents for him. She even got pregnant. She said it was love, the most beautiful memory of her life. I was innocently caught up in it all, and her delinquent boyfriend broke my arm. I went abroad for treatment for six years. When I returned, she knelt before me begging for forgiveness. I sneered, “Then go break his arm too.” After six years, I saw Isabellaagain at a family gala. She held a wine glass, the red liquid swirling gently. Her perfect profile, cold and alluring, stood out among the crowd of handsome men and beautiful women. She had become even more beautiful, her eyes like deep pools, rippling with indifference. To the guests who came to toast her, she only nodded and uttered a curt “Good” or “Okay.” Perhaps only in front of Jake could she let down this facade. I sat in the corner, wearing an out-of-place down jacket, still not used to the temperature here after just returning from France. “Aren’t you going to say hello?” my best friend asked. I shook my head with a smile, “No need, we’re not that close anymore.” My friend put his arm around my neck, “If that incident hadn’t happened back then, you’d probably be the one by Olivia’s side now.” “There are no ‘ifs’ in this world.” Looking at her stunning figure in the crowd, my friend clicked his tongue, “I heard her family recently got a new daughter, so Olivia’s been pushed aside, not as favored anymore.” I’ve never been one for gossip, especially about someone I’d cut ties with long ago. I put my glass back on the tray indifferently and stood up, “I’m leaving. Call me if anything comes up.” As I was about to open the door, I felt an intense gaze on my back. Turning around, I saw Isabellastaring at me in disbelief, a wine glass shattered at her feet on the luxurious carpet. Her gaze was so intense it felt like it could burn holes through me. “Adrian…” she called out, her voice tinged with disbelief. I didn’t answer, opening the door and walking out. In my peripheral vision, I saw her pushing through the crowd, her steps quickening as she ran towards me. As the door closed tight, I heard her call my name again. I must have misheard, because I thought I detected a pleading tremor in her voice. I got into the car my family had prepared, watching Isabellaanxiously searching outside the main entrance, occasionally calling out my name. “Home, please,” I told the driver. As the car slowly pulled away, memories of Isabellaflooded my mind.
Isabellaand I were a year apart. Both our families were in real estate, so we were close. For convenience, I went to school with Isabellafrom a young age. Her mother always told her to take care of me, her “little brother,” and she did. She was a genuine prodigy. Her precociousness made her feel like everyone around her was a fool. While we were in elementary school classes, she was already learning foreign languages and taking dance lessons with private tutors. No matter where she was, as long as Isabellawas there, she was always the most dazzling. She was like a star in the sky, out of reach. Never short of suitors, she ignored everyone’s affections. Of course, Isabellahad every right to be proud. She came from a wealthy family, had exquisite looks, and even the school we attended was built by her family. She wore a look of disdain in front of everyone, only showing patience and calmness around me. We’d been together since childhood, going to and from school together. We lived in the same gated community, so we could always find each other. During holidays, either I’d go to find her, or she’d come to play with me. Olivia’s mom often liked to pinch my cheek, saying she might as well let Isabellabe my wife in the future. Isabellawould hook her arm through mine, smiling like a flower in bloom. I’d blush and say nothing, but inside I couldn’t have been happier. Who wouldn’t like someone as beautiful and gentle as Olivia? Only a fool wouldn’t. Back then, Isabellamade no secret of her preference for me, making other boys envious and jealous. I cherished this favoritism too, taking her mother’s words as a goal for the future. My father and Olivia’s father also had the intention of arranging our marriage on the day of our coming-of-age ceremony. But unfortunately, fate likes to give people a heavy blow when everything seems peaceful. In our senior year of high school, her family’s company launched a one-on-one charity program, donating to children of employees working at the Li Group. Jake appeared, with his dyed yellow hair and earrings, standing out among the donation recipients. To put it bluntly, he was a delinquent. I went to help as a representative of the Xu family, and it was the first time I’d ever seen such a “unique” person. Jake came up and asked when he’d get the money. I was momentarily speechless. Isabellatold me to switch with her, worried I might be bullied. She always appeared when I was most indecisive. I gave up my position. It was this action that I regretted immensely.
At first, Isabellafrowned as she talked to him, but gradually, Jake must have said something because Isabellastarted laughing too. Her gaze towards him was no longer contemptuous, but admiring and even showed a hint of youthful infatuation. The two forgot themselves and chatted away. Olivia, who had always been aloof, was for the first time talking so happily with a stranger besides me. Jake, who hung out on the streets, might not have had other talents, but he knew how to quickly win a girl’s heart. After the charity event, Jake slipped Isabellaa note, winking at her. Isabellacarefully put it in her bag without telling anyone. Perhaps it was during that time when everyone seemed to come from the same mold that his appearance broke Olivia’s constraints, bringing a different kind of spark to her monotonous life. If not for this opportunity, the two would never have crossed paths in this lifetime. One was a noble heiress, both in public and private, while the other was Jake, living at the bottom of society with only a gambler for a father. Later, I learned more about Jake. He had been expelled from his original high school for skipping classes and fighting. He spent his days racing motorcycles with the loiterers in front of the bubble tea shop, and had dated almost every delinquent girl in the area, none lasting more than three days. From that day on, Isabellaand I still went to school together, but as soon as school was out, Jake would ride his motorcycle to the school gate to pick her up. She would sit on the back of his bike, excited in a way I had never seen before. Jake even brought his buddies to lay out a heart shape with cheap flowers on the ground. In front of the whole school, he climbed up the teaching building like a monkey to confess his love to Olivia. I thought she would refuse, but to my surprise, Isabellaran all the way down, throwing herself into Jake’s arms, her face beaming with an enchanting smile. Many people felt it was a pity, the cream of the crop being snatched by a delinquent was something no one could accept. All I felt was heartache and nothing else. Olivia’s mother was furious about this and forbade her from going out, locking her at home and bringing meals to her door every day. I went to see her, but she asked me to help her sneak out. At first, I didn’t agree. She must have learned it from somewhere, but she started rubbing her chest against my arm, begging me to take her out. I didn’t agree and even felt a bit heartbroken. How had the pure and intelligent girl from before turned into this nauseating sight? She took advantage of the moment when I was chatting with her mother to jump out of the bathroom window. She even broke a bone in the process, but she had no regrets for the sake of love.
When Olivia’s father and mother found her, she was lying on a cheap motel bed, making love with Jake. Olivia’s father, a retired military man, personally beat Jake half to death and was about to drag him to the police station. Isabellaheld a knife to her own throat, forcing her father to let Jake go. After this incident, Olivia’s father and mother rarely interfered with her anymore. She and Jake became even more unrestrained, always cuddling together, either kissing or hugging. In the second half of our senior year, news that Isabellawas pregnant exploded in our social circle. On the day she filed for a leave of absence, many at school pitied this former star student. But she didn’t care at all, gently caressing her unborn child with a tender expression, like a real mother. Her father declared that if she dared to keep this bastard child, she should never return to the Li family. This was the second time Isabellaargued with her father. She said Jake’s child wasn’t a bastard but the crystallization of their love, and if the child was gone, she wouldn’t want to live either. Her father was so angry he was hospitalized. I often saw her and Jake lingering and kissing near her home. When they saw me, they would provocatively beckon to me. They still rode that cheap motorcycle, not considering the child in her womb at all. Finally, just before the college entrance exam, they had a car accident. They were driving illegally when the tail of their motorcycle was hit by a car. Because the impact was on the rear of the motorcycle, Jake wasn’t badly hurt, but Olivia, sitting in the back, was thrown off. She bled a large pool of blood on the spot, and lost the baby. Jake’s first reaction wasn’t to help Olivia, but to check on his motorcycle. Even when Isabellawas hospitalized, he only came to see her briefly once. He didn’t come, but I did. My family ordered me to bring some nutritional supplements for Olivia. I first encountered Jake in the hospital stairwell. He was on the phone, discussing with his father how to marry into a wealthy family. I recorded the entire conversation and played it for Isabellain the hospital room. I admit I still had some affection for this girl I had grown up with. After all, a relationship of over a decade is hard to sever completely. More than that, I wanted to pull her out, to pull her out of the quagmire. To stop her from being obsessed with a scumbag and ruining everything. But this action made her completely crazy.
Isabellahadn’t even finished listening before she started cursing loudly. She cursed me for being a villain trying to break them up, for not seeing the good in them, for making her feel nauseated. In her unstable emotional state, she slapped my hand away, and my phone slid to the door. Jake, who had just opened the door, punched me without a word. Isabellajust watched me being beaten, without a word of intervention. I left, enduring the pain, feeling like a fool. During this time, many people tried to persuade her, whether teachers or former classmates, all received the same treatment as me. She seemed bewitched, loving Jake crazily. At the family gathering for high school graduation, Isabellaeven pulled Jake onto the stage, countless spotlights shining on them. On such an occasion, everyone was in either suits or formal dresses, only Jake wore a studded leather jacket. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but seeing the exquisitely beautiful Isabellabeside him gave him courage. The two kissed in front of everyone, kissing passionately as if no one else was there. Olivia’s father’s face immediately darkened, and her mother fainted on the spot. Doing such a thing on such an occasion was undoubtedly slapping the Li family’s face. In future discussions about the Li family, the phrase “poor family values” would definitely come up. I watched the two from below the stage, feeling both sad and ridiculous. After a brief silence in the banquet hall, laughter erupted like a flood. Jake, embarrassed, turned to leave. He wasn’t looking where he was going and bumped into me, knocking himself to the ground. Although I was annoyed, I still showed extreme gentlemanly manners, extending my hand to help him up. Unconsciously, we became a huge contrast in the scene. One was a well-known young master in the upper circles, the other was a bottom-feeder. The poisonous gazes of those around focused on us. Jake slapped my hand away, looking at me with intense hatred in his eyes, then got up clumsily and ran away. I shrugged indifferently. Isabellastared at me with cold eyes as if looking at a stranger: “I thought we knew each other so well after all these years, that you would congratulate me. I didn’t expect you to look down on people like the rest of them!” I didn’t say a word, letting her go after Jake. In my heart, I was thoroughly disappointed with Olivia. How could such a person still deserve even the last bit of friendship from me? After letting go of Olivia, I immersed myself in my studies, and finally received an admission email from my dream university after much effort. The day before I was to report to school, I received a message from Isabellasaying she was feeling down and wanted me to accompany her for a walk. At first, I didn’t respond, until she sent a string of over a dozen messages that I finally went out to meet her. I also wanted to take this opportunity to make a clean break with her, to stop all contact. But when I arrived, I had a vague feeling that something wasn’t right. Isabellawasn’t there, only Jake was.
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