Carey and I had been in a relationship for five years. A week before the wedding, I found a folder in his computer. It was full of photos and videos of another girl. I secretly applied to work in the branch and bought a plane ticket on the wedding day. He went crazy after knowing that I ran away from the wedding. ***** I stared at the photo of my boyfriend Carey and the girl on the computer. I felt like I was falling into an ice cave. We joined the same company after graduation. He was working overtime that night and urgently needed a document, so he asked me to send it to him. This was the first time I opened his computer. But I found a folder named separately in the pile of files. Only Love. My sixth sense made me click it, but I found that there were tens of thousands of photos and videos in it. They were all about the same girl. In the photos, the two of them smiled sweetly at the camera. In an instant, the memories of the past five years flooded into my mind. We had been together for so long, but there was not a single photo of me on his phone. No matter how I cried, he just said that he didn’t like taking pictures, and we saw each other every day, so there was no need to record. He never took my birthday and our anniversaries to heart. He said that those were just for other people to see, meaningless and easy to forget, so we simply didn’t celebrate them at all. It wasn’t until this moment that I realized that it wasn’t because it was unnecessary; it was just because that person wasn’t me. For five years, I had found all kinds of excuses for his perfunctory and indifference. The way I moved myself was like a joke. I suddenly remembered the shocked expressions of his friends when they heard that we were getting married. “How did you figure it out? We thought you really wanted to stay single for Cecilia!” At that time, I was immersed in the joy of Carey proposing to me, and said happily that I was his only one. Now I understood the meaning of that sentence. In Carey’s eyes, I was a complete clown. I took a deep breath and closed the computer. I wanted to ask him what was going on with these photos, but I found that I hadn’t received a reply from him to the message I reminded him in the morning to take wedding photos the next day. I closed my phone helplessly. In the past, I only thought that he was introverted and not good at expressing himself. Thinking about it now, it was just because he had another woman in his heart and he never opened up to me. There was less than a week left before our wedding. I suddenly wavered and didn’t know whether to insist on marrying him. I sat on the sofa for three or four hours until his friend called. They celebrated his bachelor party. “Yvonne, Carey is drunk. Please come pick him up. I’ll send you the address.” I heard Carey’s voice in the receiver. He was calling “Ceci”. My heart ached. His friend immediately hung up the phone in a panic. I changed my clothes and took my keys to go out. When I changed my shoes, I saw the little bear keychain I gave to Carey was thrown casually in a corner of the shoe cabinet. I found an original DIY shop to make graffiti by myself. He thought it was childish and never wore it. It turned out that some things had been traced long ago. The keychain on the ground seemed to be mercilessly mocking my inner monologue. A sense of unreasonable irritability surged in my heart. I took off my keychain and threw it into the trash can with the one on the ground. People who were not cherished were like key chains, which could only stay in the trash can. I took a taxi to the address his friend sent me. When I opened the door of the box, I heard a joking voice from inside. “Why is Ceci back? Did you come back to steal Carey because you knew he was getting married?”
I forced a smile and looked at the people playing in the box. The man who was going to marry me in a week was leaning on another woman’s arms. The others looked embarrassed and stopped joking. I had seen that woman’s face countless times on Carey’s computer a few hours ago. Carey’s friend saw that he was still clinging to Cecilia and quickly pulled him away. But Carey was too drunk and had a bad temper. “I want to be with Cecilia. Don’t touch me!” His friend had no choice but to whisper in his ear, “Yvonne is here to pick you up! Wake up!” Seeing this, the others came forward to help and finally pulled Carey off Cecilia. Carey lay on the sofa with his head up, his face flushed, and he was still mumbling “Ceci”. His friend quickly introduced her to me. “This is Cecilia Baker. We are friends from college. She just came back from abroad. Carey is drunk and hasn’t seen her for a long time. Don’t think too much…” If it were in the past, I would definitely make a scene and ask them why they invited Cecilia when they knew that Carey and I were getting married. But now I just wanted to leave this place quickly. “I suddenly found that your profile looks quite similar. Ceci, she is Carey’s fiancée Yvonne Zander.” Cecilia on the side looked at me as if I were a clown, which made me feel embarrassed. Carey, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes and explained anxiously. “She’s a friend!” It was not the first time that Carey refused to disclose my identity. He didn’t allow me to post his photos on social media and refused to meet my friends. He didn’t even tell our relatives that we were about to get married. It seemed that I was the only one who took this relationship seriously. I bet our five-year relationship unwillingly. Unexpectedly, I still lost. I took a deep breath, reached out to Cecilia, and forced a smile. “Hello. I’m Carey’s girlfriend, Yvonne. You look much better in person than in the photo.” Their expressions changed instantly because of what I said. The room was eerily quiet. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Cecilia smiled disapprovingly and reached out to shake my hand. I turned around to help Carey, who was drunk and unconscious. Even when he was drunk, he refused my touch. He pushed me to the ground with an unhappy look. “Get out! Who allows you to touch me? I want Ceci to take me home.” Cecilia smiled helplessly. “Why are you still trying to be tough when you’re drunk like before?” At that moment, the string in my mind was completely broken. Carey’s friend hurried to explain for him. “Yvonne, don’t think too much. He was just drunk.” I helped him up from the sofa expressionlessly. This time he didn’t resist. While we were waiting for the car downstairs, Cecilia chased us out. She looked at Carey’s face tenderly. She reminded me carefully. “Carey can’t drink much. He gets a migraine easily after drinking. Please wipe his face with a hot towel when you get home. Press his temples and he will feel better. You can put a glass of water by his bed. He will get mad like a child if he can’t find water to drink.” Carey never told me this. It was impossible for me not to feel disgusted when I heard these little habits of his from another woman. I gritted my teeth and said nothing. When I was about to get in the car, she stopped me again. “Why don’t you add me on Facebook? You can ask me if you have any questions in the future.”
I felt like my teeth were about to shatter and my body couldn’t stop shaking. Cecilia held her phone out to me with an innocent look, as if she really just wanted to help me. I nodded and added her on Facebook. After getting in the car, I threw Carey on the seat and looked at the night view flying by outside the window. My tears finally fell uncontrollably. I had heard about the influence of first love before, but I didn’t take it seriously. I thought that being together day and night could overcome everything. But after seeing it with my own eyes, I was defeated. Carey’s phone rang several times on the way. Some of the messages were from his friend asking if he had arrived home. I unlocked the screen and wanted to reply politely, but I saw the chat history between him and his friend. [Ceci told me that she is back. She must have heard that I was getting married!] [My marriage to Yvonne was fake, just to get Ceci back. Don’t tell anyone.] I looked at the two messages in disbelief and locked the screen suddenly. My heart seemed to be grabbed by a big hand, and my breathing became rapid. My tears flowed down like a bursting river. No wonder he suddenly proposed to me a week ago. There were no surprise, ring, or gifts. No wonder he didn’t let me announce the news on social media or tell my family. I thought my efforts finally moved him. I didn’t expect that the wedding I had been looking forward to for five years was just a means for him to get his first love to return home. Carey was a little sober after arriving home. He pushed me away and went to the bathroom to wash up. When I brought the water upstairs, he was lying on the bed with a look of discomfort. I put the glass on the bedside and reached out to press his temple gently with my fingertips. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and grabbed my wrist with a ferocious look. “Where did you learn this? Don’t touch me!” He shook my hand off fiercely, turned his back to me, and resisted my approach. I smiled bitterly. He didn’t even want me to know about this habit. The same action I did was a very bad imitation in his eyes. I lay on the sofa, unable to fall asleep. I simply took out my phone and clicked on Cecilia’s Facebook profile. Her Facebook background was a photo with Carey. In the photo, they were wearing one scarf under the heavy snow, smiling sweetly at the camera. She hadn’t posted much in the past few years, so it was easy for me to flip back to five years ago. At that time, she hadn’t gone abroad yet. She and Carey enthusiastically showed off their daily love to everyone. I also discovered another side of Carey. He didn’t want to stay up late to spend New Year’s Eve with me. But he could wait outside for several hours on a cold night just to take pictures of the first snow that Cecilia wanted to see. He didn’t remember my birthday, but he would prepare a birthday surprise for her half a month in advance. If Cecilia hadn’t gone abroad, they agreed to get married after graduation. My eyes were blurred by tears unconsciously. I always thought Carey just didn’t understand romance. It turned out that it was because I was not important and he didn’t want to spend time with me. In the two years they were together, Cecilia posted hundreds of posts. I was like a thief spying on other people’s happiness. The next day was the day we agreed to take wedding photos. Carey got up early as if nothing had happened. When he came out of the bathroom, he had already dressed up carefully. He was wearing a handmade suit, sprayed perfume. He even shaved and had his hair done. Seeing him take it so seriously, I suddenly felt a glimmer of hope. During the five years we were together, he didn’t allow me to go out with him. He said he didn’t like people staring at him. He was gone when I finished washing up. I took a taxi to the bridal shop alone. He was still nowhere to be seen until I finished my makeup and changed into my wedding dress. There were other people waiting to be photographed behind me, so I took out my phone and called him. After a beep, it showed that the call could not be connected. His phone was turned off. I waited in the bridal shop until the afternoon and called him countless times. Finally, I couldn’t make excuses for him anymore. I looked at the confused staff and smiled forcefully. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I will pay the money. Let’s call it a day today.” Finally, I changed back into my own clothes and went home. I thought he dressed up carefully for me, but reality woke me up again. He didn’t care about me, so how could he remember the agreement to take wedding photos with me? Carey returned home at 11 o’clock in the evening. He turned on the light and was startled to see me sitting on the sofa. “Do you want to scare me to death by sitting there like a dead person in the middle of the night?” He was drunk and couldn’t walk steadily. “Where have you been today?” I looked at him. My eyes were so sour that I couldn’t cry anymore. Carey looked impatient. “I’m working overtime at the company. Can you stop being so suspicious?” I sneered. I had already asked, and the company had approved a week of wedding leave for him. What kind of overtime did he work? “Don’t you know to come over and help me?” If it were the past, I would definitely run around to prepare bath water and sobering soup for him. Seeing me sitting on the sofa without moving, he called out. I got up. And before I got close, I smelled the perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol. It was exactly the same as Cecilia’s that night. I suddenly felt a little sick. It turned out that he left me alone in the bridal shop to find her. “Carey, do you know that today is the day you promised me to take wedding photos?” His blushing face was stiff for a moment. After I said that, I turned and went upstairs. I heard him cursing behind me. “You’re angry with me because of this? What’s wrong with you? Did I forget it on purpose? How did I know I had to work overtime today?” I closed the door and didn’t listen to his harsh words. I covered my mouth and slid down to the floor against the wall to stop myself from crying. Cecilia posted a photo on Facebook a few minutes ago. The delicious food in the photo looked appetizing. She smiled shyly at the camera. I could see the back of a man in a handmade suit in the kitchen behind her. She wrote:[There is no one else in my sight. After all the twists and turns, it’s still you. I believe we still have many years to go!] He disappeared for a whole day to celebrate her birthday. I buried my head in my knees and let the tears flow. The result of this relationship was obvious. I didn’t know what I was still holding on to. Carey went to the guest room to sleep after taking a shower. The next day he ignored me and went out. He was waiting for me to give in and admit my mistakes to him as I had done before. I called my boss. “Gavin, is there still a spot for the branch office you mentioned last time? I’ve made up my mind. I want to go.” He was very happy and relieved. “Okay. I’ll submit your information now. But aren’t you getting married soon…” “It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’m not getting married.” I booked a flight ticket for the wedding day and set a countdown to remind myself. In the next three days, I packed my luggage and went back to the company to complete the handover. Carey went out early and came home late every day. There was no doubt that he must have gone to accompany Cecilia. Maybe because he saw my cold attitude towards him, Carey did not go out for the first time that day. He offered to take me out for dinner to make up for standing me up last time when taking wedding photos. I did not refuse, thinking that it would be good to have a farewell dinner at the end. His phone rang before the dishes were served. He hung up quickly and looked at me. “Yvonne, I need to go to the bathroom.” I saw through his poor excuse and nodded. He walked out with a sense of relief. Two minutes later, I waved to the waiter. “We can pay the bill.” The waiter looked puzzled. “But the dishes are not served yet. You haven’t eaten yet…” “It’s okay. I’ll pay the bill now.” If I guessed correctly, Carey wouldn’t come back. Even for this last meal, he still left me to find Cecilia. But I was no longer upset. The next day was the day of my wedding with Carey, and also the day I went to the branch office. In the evening, when I was explaining my departure on the phone, Carey suddenly opened the door and came in. After I hung up the phone, he asked me, “Leaving? Where are you going?” I replied indifferently, “Nothing. I’m going on a business trip for a few days.” He didn’t ask again, or maybe he was too lazy to care about me. He put the cake in his hand in front of me as if to please me. “I went to buy you the cake you like. When I went back, the waiter said you had already left.” It took him five hours to buy this cake. I didn’t expose him. I just smiled at the mango on it. Carey breathed a sigh of relief and laughed out loud. “I knew you would like it!” “It’s been five years, and you still don’t remember that I’m allergic to mangoes.” His expression changed instantly. He stood there at a loss, trying to explain anxiously, but couldn’t say anything. After returning to the room, I saw a Facebook post from Cecilia. The picture was Carey’s back as he helped her fix the faucet in the bathroom. She wrote:[You’ll come whenever I need you. I feel at ease with you around.] I knew she posted it to me on purpose. I sneered, turned off my phone, and slept all night with my clothes on. The countdown on my phone had turned to zero. The next day, I got up, washed, and headed straight to the airport. I suddenly felt very fortunate that the wedding was fake. No one else knew except his few friends. Fortunately, I didn’t tell my parents. Otherwise, I really didn’t know how to explain it to them. After getting out of the taxi, I called Carey to break up. As soon as the call was connected, his irritable voice came out. “Why are you rushing? I won’t run away. “Ceci went to the hospital due to a pollen allergy while trying to buy you flowers. I’ll be over once I finish here. “Comfort my friends. I’ll talk to you later!” After that, he hung up the phone impatiently. I was calm and sent him a message with a blank expression. [Let’s break up. I’ll leave the wedding to you two.]
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