Author: Momo Chan

In the middle of the night, I saw a message on my boyfriend’s phone. “If you don’t have a girlfriend, will you like me?” He replied with one word. “Yes.” I handed him the conversation. After a long silence, he put out his cigarette. “I told you she’s just a colleague. Plus, I also promised that nothing would happen between her and me in the future. Isn’t that enough?” When he said this, there was no expression on his face. However, he did not even hide the disappointment and blame in his voice. At that moment, I realized I didn’t seem to know this man anymore.

On the day before the wedding, I accidentally discovered his chat logs with his bros. “I’ve never seen such a gullible person.” “She is from a single-parent family, you know? She lacks love. ” “That’s why she will be always simping for me even for a little benefit.” …… I once really thought he was the one who saved me from the mire, but he was just making fool out of me. I thought it was love, but in fact all my sincerity did not get any repay.

My dear teacher in high school thought I was a b*tch. She hated me so much and humiliated me endlessly. But, sheesh… Her baby boy, the handsome, straight-A student, loved me so much that he could even offer his soul to me.

I got cancer, but my boyfriend didn’t know it. He gave up his dream university for me. He had also run to another woman anxiously without attending to me first when I had a car accident. I died. I died the day he watched fireworks abroad with his female secretary.

My ex-boyfriend had been hit on the head by a falling object, and his intellect was equivalent to an eight-year-old child. For the sake of money, I complied with his request to shave his beard. He said that he wanted to be hugged and kissed for a good night like the other children on TV. I bore with his demands. Afraid of the dark night, he wanted to sleep with me on my bed. Once again, for the sake of money, I went with him. However, I couldn’t stand that he stole my leggings!

After taking my shower, I walked into the room of my best friend, Jessica, while wrapped in a towel. I placed a selection of underwear on the bed and asked her which would suit my new red dress. But I heard no response from Jessica. Instead, I heard a deep voice of a man from Jessica’s cell phone. “I think the black one suits better,” the man said.

On the day of the earthquake in Westville, my husband left me and flew to another city to find the other woman. I was buried in the ruins when I texted him: “Charles, an earthquake happened. I’m buried under the ground. It’s so dark here. I’m so scared…” After I was rescued, I sent him two more messages before throwing my phone under the ruins. “Charles, I can’t hold on any longer. Fortunately, you’re busy with your work, or you might die here with me and our child.” “I’m glad you’re fine.” I did that on purpose. I purposely made him think I had died. I purposely made him feel guilty about me and our unborn child. I wanted him to cry hard and live in deep regret. Only when the truth could no longer be hidden, I would walk up to him and tell him, “I want a divorce.”

Collins Ward’s ex-girlfriend was diagnosed with cancer. And he found out I had anonymously transferred a sum of money to her account. Collins smacked the card on my face. “We are already married! What are you still upset with? Why do you need to humiliate her with money? Don’t you know she’s dying?” I stared at him in silence. “Collins Ward, you were the one who proposed to me.”

On the day of my father’s funeral. At the funeral home, I bumped into my husband, Chad Bird, who had been on a business trip for two weeks. He circled his arms on a woman in a black dress and whispered comfort. The woman held the urn and leaned sadly in the arms of my husband. She had exquisite makeup on her face. If I was not mistaken. This woman is my husband’s first love. The urn she was holding probably belonged to her short-lived fiancé.

I thought I would have loved Ollie Lindsey for a long time if I hadn’t seen that tweet from Sharon Mitchell. She posted a picture of the rain from the car with the caption. “After all these years, you are the only one willing to spend three hours waiting for me to get off work.” The picture was posted on my birthday. And that day, I waited for Ollie at home for three hours.