My girlfriend’s mother was in a car accident and was admitted to the ICU. I sold my RV and helped her pay for all the surgery costs. But she turned and threw herself into the arms of her first love. I started to question her, but I didn’t expect her to get angry with me directly: “What qualifications do you have to interfere in my private life? You don’t have a car or a house; you don’t deserve to be by my side!” My girlfriend’s mother also blamed me. Later, she and her first love dominated the hot searches due to bad news. I was sitting at my desk, signing a thirty million dollar contract. Sharon has been acting strange these past few days. She often goes out early and comes back late, leaving her mother, who just woke up from a car accident, for me to take care of. At night, when I leaned in close to her collar, she sighed and said tiredly, “I’m tired. I don’t want to now.” With that, she turned away. I couldn’t understand why she was being so cold. The next morning, while Sharon was still sleeping, I got up to make breakfast and prepared a pot of chicken soup for her mother. Taking advantage of this time, I decided to tidy up the mess in the house. Sharon has a habit of leaving things scattered everywhere, and when I picked up her bag, I unexpectedly found a bottle of lubricant inside. Why would Sharon have something like this? In that moment, my blood boiled with anger. I woke Sharon up from her sleep and demanded, “What is this? Tell me, what did you do when you went out last night?” To my surprise, Sharon snapped back, “Who told you to go through my things?” I was infuriated. No matter what, I am still a man. Now, my dignity feels like it’s being trampled underfoot. I couldn’t take it anymore and said, “Sharon, your mother is still in the hospital, and you’re out here doing this kind of thing. Are you even worthy of me?” Sharon snapped and turned against me directly, sneering contemptuously: “What qualifications do you have to interfere in my private life? You don’t have a car or a house. Look at yourself—how can you be worthy of me?” Just then, Sharon’s cell phone rang. It was her mother calling. Not wanting to make this situation any more embarrassing for my elders, I decided to stay silent for the moment. Once the call connected, Sharon’s mother’s dissatisfied voice came through: “What time is it? Why hasn’t Luke come to bring me breakfast?” Sharon responded angrily, “Who knows what’s wrong with him? He got up so early this morning and had to argue with me. I haven’t even woken up yet…” “What?” her mother snapped, “Give him the phone! I’ll talk to him!” Sharon handed me the phone. I was about to explain, but her mother cut me off: “Luke, I’m not saying anything bad about you, but how can you argue with our Sharon? You don’t have a car or a house right now, and our Sharon is working hard all by herself. You need to understand…” Her words pierced my heart like sharp knives. My whole body shook. It turned out that in the minds of this mother and daughter, I was nothing but a coward. But the reason I sold the RV was to help Sharon’s mother pay for her six-month ICU expenses. Now I have nothing, and this mother-daughter duo is trying to burn my bridges! “Okay, bring me breakfast quickly. I’m hungry!” Sharon’s mother ordered me like I was her servant, then hung up the phone. As I handed the phone back to Sharon, I suddenly noticed a message pop up on the screen. “Baby, how was your rest last night?”
And the sender of that message was Simon. Sharon immediately snatched the phone away, her guilt evident as she frantically pressed the screen. “Don’t look at it! Why are you still standing there like an idiot?” she said, her discomfort palpable. After a moment, she stood up angrily. “Okay, so you want to be stubborn today, right? If you won’t leave, then I will!” With that, she put on her coat, slammed the door, and stormed out. It was midsummer, but I felt like I had fallen into an icy cave. How did Sharon and I get to this point? I didn’t know Simon well, but I knew enough about him. He was Sharon’s first love. The only time I had met him was at a class reunion dinner when he returned to China a year ago. At that time, Sharon had enthusiastically introduced us: “Luke, this is Simon. We’re friends now. Let’s have a drink together later.” I was so jealous that I pulled Sharon over and glared at Simon, as if to declare my territory. Simon just smiled faintly, adjusted his collar, and said in a low voice, “No need, buddy. No matter how much you cherish her, Sharon is still someone I used to play with, isn’t she?” I was furious and wanted to teach Simon a lesson. Unexpectedly, Sharon pushed me away and said sternly, “Luke, today is a class reunion. There are so many important people here. Can you please not embarrass yourself?” I looked at her in disbelief, not understanding why she was so unconditionally biased towards Simon. Simon seemed to have anticipated Sharon’s reaction. He paused, smiled, and pulled her away. As he turned, he said loudly, “Is it really too much for me to have a drink with my good friend?” Whether they were friends or something more was self-evident. Later, after Simon went abroad, Sharon spent every day getting drunk at the bar. On several occasions, I had to pick her up when she was too intoxicated to stand. One night, as I was about to leave, Sharon hooked her finger around my neck and pleaded, “Don’t go, don’t go…” I admit that I am selfish. I had a crush on Sharon back in college. When a man and a woman are alone in a room, things are bound to happen. Even though Sharon still had feelings for Simon, he was far away, and they had no chance to be together. I stubbornly wanted to keep Sharon by my side. The next day, we naturally established a relationship. But the good times didn’t last long. A year later, during a trip, Sharon’s mother was involved in a car accident and fell into a coma. She became a vegetative state, with extremely low chances of waking up. She needed daily ICU care to stay alive. She cried as she hugged me, saying in despair, “What should I do? I don’t think I can save my mother… I’ll be alone from now on.” Coming from a single-parent family, Sharon was raised by her mother, so I can’t imagine how devastating it would be for her if her mother died. Without hesitation, I sold the RV and transferred five million directly into Sharon’s account. With that money, her mother stayed in the ICU for six months and underwent four major and minor surgeries. Perhaps it was God’s blessing that Sharon’s mother finally woke up. I was genuinely happy for her. I naively believed that we had overcome all obstacles and that Sharon and I would continue to live happily ever after. But with Simon’s return, all of that became a distant dream. It was time to end this humble relationship. I could accept everything about Sharon, but I would never tolerate her betrayal. The chicken soup I had made was ready, but I poured it into the trash can. After packing my things, I broke up with Sharon on WeChat. She didn’t even try to keep me. Her response was direct and decisive: “Okay! Then get out of my house!” For our final breakup, I didn’t want to cause a scene. Respectability was my last gift to her. Before leaving, I swapped out the lubricant for super glue.
I didn’t know where to start my new life. Once upon a time, everything about me revolved around Sharon. After some thought, I bought a ticket to the city where my best friend Liam lived. When Liam learned I was coming to Riverdale, he rushed to the airport to pick me up without hesitation. In the car, I lit a cigarette, feeling dejected. Liam noticed something was off and, after a moment, asked, “What’s wrong? This isn’t like you. Didn’t you quit smoking?” “What’s going on between you and your girlfriend?” he asked, hitting the nail on the head. I replied calmly, “We broke up.” “Oh,” he laughed. “No big deal, man. Pull yourself together.” Then he took me to his apartment and said, “You can stay here for now. If it doesn’t feel right, you can move out when you find a place.” I nodded in appreciation. Liam continued, “What do you want to do about work? Start over, or…” I glanced at the ten million balance in my bank account and said, “Let’s start over.” During college, I had majored in Finance. I loved everything related to numbers—stocks, investments, trading… As for that balance, it was the money I earned by calculating the appreciation of real estate values. The third anniversary of my relationship with Sharon coincided with the twentieth day since her mother had been admitted to the ICU. I cooked a large feast and inserted my bank card, containing all my assets, into a cake. I wanted to tell Sharon that I could bring her happiness and that she shouldn’t lose faith in life because of her mother’s hospitalization. But Sharon didn’t come home. She forgot our anniversary and only called me at 8 PM, coldly saying, “I have something to do tonight and can’t leave. I won’t be back.” Before I could respond, she hung up. Looking back, maybe it was because Simon had returned to China. I smiled bitterly. Just then, my phone vibrated. It was a reminder from the monitoring system I had installed at home. “Master, a stranger’s face has been detected.” I paused for a moment, but out of concern for Sharon’s safety, I clicked on the screen. After all, Sharon lives alone now, and it would be dangerous if a criminal broke in. Fortunately, Sharon was safe. But the funny thing was, the stranger’s face on the screen was Simon’s. I froze, watching the two of them enter the room together, looking affectionate.
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