I loved my boyfriend for three years. . He never liked using protection. Afterward, he’d always be shirtless, his back covered in my nail marks, smoking a cigarette, and he’d say to me, like he was doing me a favor: “What are you scared of? If you get pregnant, we’ll get married.” A month later, I saw two lines on the pregnancy test. I didn’t tell him. Instead, I broke up with him, a clean, sudden cut. Later, he saw me at the abortion clinic. I was holding my baby bump, chatting with another pregnant woman. “Don’t let my dramatic breakup fool you,” I said, “I cried like the world was ending, but if I actually had *his* baby? No way. I know the difference between crying into a pillow and crying over a baby. Dating is fine, but I have other plans for marriage.” The day I found out I was pregnant, I went to the club Jax frequented. I was about to push the door open. Then I heard them inside, discussing which brand of condom felt best. Someone joked, “Ask Jax, he’s got a girlfriend, he’d know best.” A moment later, I heard Jax’s casual reply: “Condoms? Never used ‘em.” Everyone around him paused. “Never? Not even once? Aren’t you worried about Riley getting pregnant?” Jax lit a cigarette, his voice muffled by the smoke. “Nah, it’s fine. She always remembers to take her pill afterward.” The room erupted in laughter. “Damn, you got yourself a real good girl.” Jax chuckled, his voice lazy. “Good? Played her top to bottom, I know every inch of her body, every secret.” Someone couldn’t help but ask, “Jax, what if Riley actually got pregnant?” Jax paused, then slowly said: “If she got pregnant, then we’d get married. “Riley’s pretty sensible, and we click well enough. Getting married to her wouldn’t be so bad.” Someone teased him, “If I remember right, you used to switch girlfriends every week. You’re such a player, are you really willing to settle down?” Jax shrugged, a corner of his lip twitching indifferently. “She’s not pregnant yet, is she? “I don’t like thinking that far ahead. “If I get bored, I’ll just find a decent reason to break up. She’ll listen. “Besides, she’s a people-pleaser. Every time we almost break up, she never blames me. She always questions herself first, then hugs me and apologizes. “Last time, I had a wild idea to try it in the car, and she hesitated. I just threatened to break up with her, and she immediately said yes.” Everyone around him gasped. “Dude, she’s that easy?” Jax lowered his eyes, his voice softening slightly. “She’s *too* easy. That’s why I don’t want anyone else to trick her. “Good thing she met me. If she met some bad guy, with how much of a crybaby she is, her throat would be raw from all the crying. “At least with me, I can keep an eye on her. I’d be worried otherwise.” Someone laughed. “So, Jax is doing charity work now. “But you really do need to keep a close watch. With Riley’s face, who wouldn’t want to mess with her?” “She looks so innocent, but her body is incredible, curves in all the right places, sweet as a ripe peach.” “If she were my girlfriend, I’d be ecstatic.” Jax shot him a cold glance. “You? Don’t even think about it.” A moment later, he seemed to think of something, and his gaze softened slightly. “But she really is innocent. No matter how many times we’re together, she still cries like it’s her first time. “Honestly, if I had to break up with her, I’d actually miss her.” The people in the private room teased him, asking when this player had become so smitten. Just then, someone threw out a question: “Seriously, Jax, if Riley really got pregnant, would you really change your ways for her?” “Speaking of which, wasn’t the only reason you got with her to spite your first love, Skylar?” “Skylar just broke up with her boyfriend, didn’t she? And she works at your company. Isn’t this your chance?” This time, Jax stared at the floor, lost in thought. The glowing tip of his cigarette pulsed in the dimness. He didn’t speak for a long time.
I looked at the two lines on the pregnancy test. Actually, I wasn’t there to tell him about the pregnancy. His friend had just called me, saying he was drunk and asked me to pick him up. But seeing Jax lost in thought over Skylar, I felt a sense of relief instead. In fact, ever since I found out I was pregnant, I’d been planning how to break up with him. Jax had only gotten with me because of Skylar. There are some people in this world. They’ve never known hardship, never faced a setback. Their words are wrapped in a naive, privileged beauty. Skylar was one of those people. She was my roommate. Every morning, she’d look in the mirror, clench her fists, and sweetly cheer herself on: “Good morning, Skylar, you’re the warmest little sunshine! You can do it today!” When Jax pursued Skylar, the whole school knew about it. Roses, luxury goods, he’d shower her with them as if money was no object. She’d casually mention liking a certain brand of bag, and the next day, that bag would be waiting at our dorm door, its price equivalent to three years of my part-time earnings. Jax himself was eye-catching, a head above the rest, always the center of attention wherever he appeared on campus. Every time he showed up outside the academic building, people would secretly snap photos of him. He didn’t care, just leaned against the doorframe, playing on his phone, waiting for Skylar to come out. Six feet two, he could make even a simple jacket look stylish and refined. Even the wind seemed to favor him. It’s no exaggeration to say, every strand of his hair was perfect. The first time I saw him, he was standing with his hands in his pockets, confessing his feelings to Skylar. He had a face that looked mixed-race, a strong nose, a sharp jawline, and a casual, roguish smile. Most importantly, he was rich. On Freshman Orientation Week, the president of the university himself sat with Jax’s father in the VIP section. The inherent nobility about him wasn’t something piled on by luxury brands. Sometimes I thought. Jax and Skylar were like the main characters of this world. They both had an innate sense of superiority. All good things naturally gravitated towards them. And me? I was just the pretty girl with a broken home – a mom who died too soon, a dad who gambled away everything, and a sick grandma – forced to work three jobs just to survive. I was an insignificant side character in their story. Skylar asked me why I worked three jobs every day. I patiently explained, “Because I’m broke.” Her eyes almost rolled to the ceiling. “Broke? Why don’t you just ask your dad for money? Stop pretending, always looking so stressed. Is it really that big a deal?” I didn’t know how to make her understand my situation, so I just said softly, “My dad *is* my biggest stress.” Maybe because she’d never experienced hardship, she didn’t appreciate Jax. Instead, she fell for a penniless, chauvinistic jock who only offered sweet talk, constantly claiming he’d give her his heart. He only gave her worthless things. Every time Valentine’s Day approached, that jock would pick a fight and break up with her. But after Valentine’s Day, he’d grovel and beg Skylar to take him back. Skylar didn’t notice anything was off. But I was sensitive to money. I knew that guy just didn’t want to waste money on a Valentine’s Day gift. Sometimes, I’d suggest she distance herself from that jock. But she’d ask me, hurt, “Riley, you’re so weird. Why do you always think the worst of people? Is it because… you’ve never been loved like I have? Are you jealous of me?” So I stopped talking. Once, on the way to the library, I ran into Jax arguing with Skylar in his luxury car. Jax threw the flowers he’d intended for Skylar onto the ground, raising an eyebrow. “You’re dating someone, why didn’t you tell me? “Is it fun to string me along like this? “What does he have that I don’t, huh?” Skylar tilted her chin up. “Jax, people like you, all you know is throwing money at me. You don’t understand what love is.” I expected Jax to look sad, or hurt. But I was wrong. Jax let out a low laugh. It was a laugh mixed with self-mockery and indifference. “I don’t need to understand. “I have money, so people will line up to love me.” He beckoned to me from not too far away. “Hey, I’ll give you money, you love me.” I froze. A long moment later, I heard my own voice. “Okay.” I thought I was helping Skylar solve a problem. But Skylar’s face immediately darkened. “Riley, are you that pathetic?” “You’ll pick up my scraps?” I didn’t argue. I only knew that Grandma Helen was still in the hospital, waiting for her medical bills to be paid, and my father was pressuring me for gambling debts. I needed money. A lot of money. Enough money to drag me out of this hole.
After we got together, Jax was actually very good to me. My father, after losing money gambling, would come to school to demand money from me. Jax used some method, and he never came again. Grandma Helen’s medical bills were settled in one go, and she was moved to a VIP room at the city hospital. Her caregiver sent me daily photos of her smiling in the sun. He could effortlessly take care of everything for me. He made me quit all my part-time jobs. He constantly showered me with gifts, finding new ways to surprise me. From designer bags to custom jewelry, even a finance class I casually mentioned wanting to take—the next day, he’d hired a private tutor to come to the school. With him, I learned how to read financial reports, invest, and gradually mastered many money-making skills. Beyond that, we acted like a normal couple – hugging, kissing, even getting hotel rooms. During my first time, he was shirtless, his cool, pale shoulders tensing into smooth lines. When he leaned down to kiss me, the silver chain around his neck rested against his beautiful collarbone, swaying gently with his movements. My heart raced; I almost blacked out. He chuckled softly: “You idiot. “Next time we kiss, remember to breathe.” Jax’s desire was really intense, and I had to learn to accommodate his every whim. He didn’t like using protection, so I took the pill. He chased thrills, so I’d join him, trying new locations to keep things exciting. But he was also a total player. Even after we were together, he never cut down on the women around him. He never said no. His Ins feed was full of intimate photos with various influencers. At parties, if someone casually hooked their arm through his, he never pushed them away. Some girls even called me directly, their voices dripping with provocation. I cried over it once. He was completely indifferent: “I’m dating you, I’m not joining a monastery. “If you can’t handle it, fine. I won’t force you. “Then let’s break up, I’ll find someone who can.” After that, I became “sensible” and never said anything. In reality, I wasn’t as obedient as he thought. I was a woman, and I also needed an outlet. Jax was handsome and rich, making him the perfect candidate. He was undeniably charming. And I can’t deny, he truly pulled me out of the gutter during the lowest point of my life. I was very grateful to him. And I genuinely liked him once. But he was just that kind of person. He was born at the top of the pyramid. He didn’t understand love, and he’d never learn how to love you. Yet, sometimes he’d play the role of a loving boyfriend. When he was inside you and you cried out in pain, he’d cup your face, kissing you again and again, telling you he loved you. He was a spoiled, wild dog, but if you always stroked him the right way, he’d show you a tiny bit of care. Someone like that? Fine for dating. But I never planned to spend the rest of my life with him. I was twenty-seven; I was too old for games. I was also looking for the right opportunity. To break up with him. After returning from the club. Jax came home very late, after drinking with his friends. The next day, Jax called me, his voice still lazy with sleep. “Riley, can you bring a document to the office? I need it for a meeting.”
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