On our fifth visit to the city hall with my boyfriend, Yves Whitman, we still hadn’t received our marriage license. We had chosen a special date, but he received a phone call and became eager to leave. With tears in my eyes, I pointed at the screen, trying to persuade him to stay. “It’s our turn next. Getting the license is quick and can be completed in about ten minutes, especially with fewer people around. “It won’t be too late for you to get busy after we get the license.” Yves owned a company and had plenty of free time, which was why I mentioned it. But he glanced at the screen and gave me the waiting number he had got, looking impatient. “I can marry you anytime, but I have something to take care of right now. Don’t make a fuss.” … I lowered my head and silently grasped the waiting number. Yves still left, leaving me alone in the city hall. At an inopportune moment, the loudspeaker alerted me that it was our turn to go to the front desk for the marriage license. With tears in my eyes, I tossed the waiting number into the trash can. Yves and I had been in love for five years. He proposed to me two years ago, but we had not yet obtained the marriage license. My phone suddenly rang, and my mother’s joyful voice came from the other end of the phone. “How’s it going? Have you obtained the marriage license with Yves?” My mother was diagnosed with cancer two years ago, and her health had been getting worse. She hoped that I could obtain the marriage license, have the wedding ceremony, and enter into a happy marriage before she passed away. I sniffed and made up an ambiguous excuse. After a brief pause, my mother’s tone was filled with deep disappointment. “Yves is busy with work. I can understand…” As soon as I arrived home, my phone suddenly vibrated with notifications from a group chat. Jennifer Lewis, Yves’ ex-girlfriend, sent a picture and two messages. [Today is Christmas. I mentioned wanting his gift right away, so he quickly set aside what he was doing and came to see me.] [He’s always at my beck and call and consistently keeps his promises.] The picture showed Yves lowering his head and carefully putting a gold necklace on her. Someone in the group chat responded quickly: [I envy you so much. The relationship between childhood sweethearts is really desirable.] [A couple can still be friends after breaking up. Isn’t this the best example?] It was our university group chat, and the individual was right. Yves and Jennifer had been in a relationship, and she even had an abortion for him. Therefore, during every festival, he would spend the first day with her and the following day with me. I had quarreled with him before, but he was always impatient. “She had an abortion for me, which may affect how other men view her in the future. I can only treat her well before she gets married. “Besides, it’s just a matter of spending the holiday with you a day later. I’ll still accompany you.” Even so, I was sad to celebrate the holiday a day later. I silently sent a photo of myself eating alone. [Merry Christmas.] Someone in the group chat promptly realized that Yves and I were not together. [Oh, my goodness! I thought Cynthia was on a business trip, but it turns out that Yves spent the holiday with his ex-girlfriend instead of his current girlfriend.] [Hey, I’ve always said that Jennifer is not a good woman.] [I feel sorry for Cynthia. She mentioned that her mother wanted her to get married and hold a wedding this year. I wonder if her plans will be ruined…] My phone suddenly vibrated with a special reminder. Yves advised: [Let’s go to your parents’ house tomorrow to discuss the wedding.] We had been in a relationship for five years. Except for the proposal, he had never visited my parents. He always excused himself for being so busy that he couldn’t even spare a day to accompany me home. But whenever Jennifer called Yves, saying that she had a stomachache from the abortion or wanted to see him, he would be there within half an hour. I knew he was trying to please me. If it had been in the past, I would have gladly agreed and prepared gifts for my parents on his behalf. Now, I was tired. [Let’s talk about it later.] [Why are you angry?] Yves replied to me almost instantly, and his cold words betrayed his impatience. Oh, I forgot a fact. I couldn’t lose my temper with him. Only Jennifer had the right to throw a tantrum in front of him. He urged me again by sending a question mark. After hesitating for a moment and considering my mother’s expectations, I set down the bathrobe and responded: [Okay.] The next day, I asked for leave and took a bus home in advance, while Yves said he would arrive later. Upon hearing that he was coming, my mother, though in poor health, went to the supermarket to buy groceries early in the morning. Despite the pain from the tumor, she enthusiastically prepared various delicious dishes. My parents waited from the afternoon until midnight, but Yves didn’t show up. I called him countless times but couldn’t get through. Worried that I would be in a bad mood, my mother tried to make excuses for him. Even after the meal, Yves did not call back. The next afternoon, as soon as I got back to work, my boss, Laura Baker, called me into her office. “Have you decided to be the deputy general manager in Zephriville? “You are fully capable of this position. If yes, I will recommend you for the position. Cynthia, think carefully. This is your last chance.” I was stunned.
Two years ago, when our boss opened the first branch in Zephriville, Laura, a senior executive, quickly invited me. At that time, Yves had not started his own business yet, and I asked him to settle down in Zephriville with me. After all, this was a second-tier city, whereas Zephriville, a first-tier city by the sea, offered more opportunities. But Yves said it was unnecessary to move so far and live with me in my hometown. Back then, he just had a ring and didn’t bother to create a special venue for the proposal. I asked him why he didn’t prepare a surprise for me or decorate the venue. He replied casually, “It’s unnecessary. You will say yes anyway.” But for Jennifer’s birthday party, he made a big deal out of it and insisted it was necessary. This time, I wanted to live for myself. “My family is in Zephriville. Laura, please recommend me for the position. I will get the application materials ready.” Laura showed a relieved smile on her face. “Okay. It’s great that you’ve made up your mind.” Two days later, I took part in an online interview and luckily passed it. Our boss asked me to finish the work here and come to the branch in Zephriville as soon as possible. So, I spent New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day in the office. On Monday, Laura, who had also worked overtime, was about to leave but then turned back. She winked and reminded me, “Cynthia, your boyfriend is here.” I stood up and walked out. To my surprise, I saw Yves sitting at the door. “Are you still busy? I’ll spend the holidays with you.” “Oh, yesterday was New Year’s Day.” I looked at the calendar and realized that I had ignored the date. Yves took the bag from me and pressed the elevator button. “Laura told me that you are going to work at the branch in Zephriville, right?” “Yeah,” I replied. Yves’ expression darkened, and he seemed very displeased. “Why didn’t you discuss such an important matter with me?” I glanced at him calmly. “I called you the day before yesterday, but you didn’t answer.” Yves’ brows furrowed. He opened the front passenger door for me, lowered his eyes, and said, “Let’s celebrate New Year’s Day today and have dinner at that restaurant. You mentioned the food was delicious last time.” “Sure.” He turned on the navigation and had just entered the highway when his cell phone rang. It was Jennifer again. “Yves, my stomach hurts so much that I can’t breathe. “Would you please accompany me? If yes, I won’t feel any pain. “Yves, come over right now…” As expected, Yves panicked. He stared at me. “Jennifer has a stomachache. I think it’s a sequela of abortion. I need to stay with her.” I closed my eyes. “I know. Go ahead.” Yves secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He dropped me off at the nearest highway service area and drove away at high speed. Half an hour later, the taxi I had called finally arrived. Seeing that I was alone, the driver was puzzled. “Miss, why are you alone in the highway service area?” I gazed at the traffic outside the window, tears welling up in my eyes. “Someone left me behind.” In the past, being abandoned would have caused me intense pain and made me hysterical, but now I just felt calm. As soon as I got in the taxi, Jennifer sent a message in the group chat. [My lower abdomen hurts a lot, and I’m out of painkillers. What should I do?] Yves replied immediately: [Don’t be afraid. I’ll be there in five minutes.] I smiled. It would be a great disappointment if they didn’t get back together. In the middle of the night, Yves actually came back. He used to stay overnight at Jennifer’s house. “Baby, it’s your birthday the day after tomorrow. I’ll celebrate it with you.” He hugged me and made a promise to me affectionately. I frowned and removed his hand from my waist. “What’s wrong? Baby, don’t you want me to celebrate your birthday with you?” “You will leave.” He promised solemnly, “I won’t.” My birthday was in two days. I anticipated that Yves might break his promise again because of Jennifer. Unexpectedly, he had actually prepared a surprise this time. “Baby, open the gift. This is the first time I’m hosting a birthday party for you.” I fell silent. It turned out that he was also aware that this was the first time he had ever hosted a birthday party for me. I fixed my eyes on the gift box, which was as tall as an adult’s calf, and felt a surge of happiness. As soon as I opened it, a little Alaskan Malamute ran out and barked excitedly twice. My face turned pale. “This puppy is a stunning show dog. I put a lot of effort into getting it.” Yves leaned over and looked at me proudly. I glanced at the little Alaskan Malamute, which was spotless and had a pink bow tied around its neck. It showed that Yves had made careful preparations. But he forgot that I had a phobia about dogs. I was bitten by a dog in junior high school, losing two chunks of flesh from my calf. Now, I was afraid of dogs. However, Jennifer liked dogs and raised a lot of puppies. “Do you like it?” Yves asked expectantly, lifting the puppy. “Jennifer’s favorite…” I took two steps back in fear and interrupted him coldly, “Yves, I was bitten by a dog, and I have a stress reaction. Keep it away from me.” Yves was stunned for a few seconds.
The puppy attempted to pounce on me. I was so scared that I immediately rushed back to my bedroom and quickly closed the door. After a while, Yves came in and hugged me from behind. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were afraid of dogs. I sent it away.” “Okay,” I replied. It suddenly dawned on me that Yves was actually quite unfamiliar with me. After five years of dating, I remembered all his preferences, but he knew nothing about me. But even though he and Jennifer had broken up for eight years, he could still clearly tell her preferences. “Don’t be angry. I’m free tomorrow. Let’s get a marriage license, okay?” In the darkness, his voice was gentle and affectionate. I thought I would refuse him firmly, but I couldn’t help but be touched. I would give him one last chance. The next morning, I put on my makeup and beautiful clothes. Yves also changed into a handsome suit and drove me to the city hall. This time, he deliberately turned his phone to flight mode and used my phone for navigation. There was dead silence throughout the journey until we arrived at the city hall, took a number, and joined the queue. His phone suddenly rang, and I glanced at him calmly. It seemed that Yves couldn’t help it. He seemed to notice my gaze, hurriedly turned his phone to silent mode, and put it in his pocket. But his phone kept vibrating. I glanced at the big screen. There was still a couple ahead of us. After they signed, it was our turn. “Answer it. You’re distracted and might even sign wrongly.” Yves hesitated for a moment and then nodded. He pressed the answer button, and a weak female voice came from the other end of the phone. “Yves, I’m bleeding down there. I’m at the hospital, and the doctor said it’s a sequela of abortion. Hurry over.” “I’m getting my license. I can’t leave.” Yves, nervous and worried, cast a cautious glance at me. I stared at him coldly. After a moment of silence, a familiar sharp female voice rang out. It wasn’t Jennifer’s voice, but it sounded more like that of her best friend Brittany. “Yves, Jennifer is in critical condition. She says she won’t perform surgery unless you come. “Do you want her to die? “You can get a marriage license at any time. She had an abortion for you. You should rush over right away.” After putting down his phone, Yves tried to speak several times but finally fell silent. “Go ahead.” I lowered my eyes. Yves sighed. He explained a lot. Before leaving, he was quite anxious. “I don’t want to leave, but she really needs me. Wait for me for an hour, and I’ll be back then, okay?” I kept a cold face and said nothing, staring at him. Yves sighed helplessly again and scratched his head irritably. “You know, she had an abortion for me.” I nodded calmly. “Go ahead. “I won’t wait for you this time.” Looking at Yves’ back, I threw the waiting number into the trash can, and my heart broke again. I made a great determination to come to the city hall with him this time. If we obtained the marriage license, I would forgive him and bring him home to visit my parents. Now, it seemed that I had to return to Zephriville alone. Yves still didn’t come back at night. But he called me and talked to me for more than half an hour. After hanging up, I was confused. Usually, when Yves was at Jennifer’s place, she would definitely stop him from reaching me. What was going on tonight? The next day, I went to the company to pack up, planning to go back to Zephriville in three days. Everyone in the office came to see me off. At the door of the company, I waved goodbye to a few old friends with tears in my eyes. “Cynthia, congratulations on your promotion. May you have a successful career.” I waved my hands reluctantly. “Everyone, come to Zephriville to visit me when you have time.” A colleague winked at me and asked curiously, “It’s strange that your husband actually agreed to let you go to the branch in Zephriville.” I smiled faintly and explained, “He is not my husband. We aren’t married, and we are about to break up.” With that, I sensed a burning, panicked gaze behind me. I turned around, only to find Yves standing behind me.
🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MyFiction” app 🔍 search for “397356”, and watch the full series ✨! #MyFiction #Betrayal #Marriage
Leave a Reply