My boyfriend Steve Hull has a female best friend who’s practically glued to his side. On the day of our ninth engagement, he left me standing there alone at the venue. All because that day marked the twentieth anniversary of when he and that girl first met. “It’s just postponing the engagement, no need to rush. Are you that afraid no one will want you?” That girl’s latest post appeared glaringly on my feed. [We’ve known each other for twenty years. How could an outsider ever compare to me?] They were hugging intimately under the guise of being “just friends.” I didn’t cry or make a scene. I simply liked the post calmly. Then I quietly disappeared from his life. Half a year later, he called to sweet-talk me: “I bought that wedding dress you liked. Come back and let’s get married!” But a man’s voice answered him instead: “My wife is pregnant, so she’s resting. Is there something you need?” The day our engagement was called off, I threw the ring in the trash. A taxi driver by the roadside waved at me, asking where I was headed. I casually said to just drive forward, anywhere but back to where I started. When Steve called, I chose to turn off my phone. I didn’t turn it back on for three days. The evening sea breeze felt wonderful, gently lifting the hem of my red dress. This place reminded me of the scene where Steve first confessed to me. Back then he was so innocent, his eyes unable to hide the love within them. We were both young then, lost in our love for each other. I was head over heels for twenty-year-old Steve. So I willingly left the South to come to this unfamiliar North for him. I gave up the job I loved, willing to be his secretary for nine years. Fate really is amusing. We’d also gotten engaged nine times. Each time at the crucial moment, our engagement ceremony would be called off because of that girl. That girl’s name is Willow Davies. We’d fought about her more than once. “I’ve told you Willow and I are just friends. Why are you so narrow-minded? “We’ve bathed in the same tub since we were kids, grew up inseparable. In your eyes, does our relationship have to be something dirty? “Phoebe Read, do you know how crazy you look when you’re jealous? Willow didn’t even hold it against you for stalking us. How long are you going to keep this up?” Steve’s expression was ugly. So after every hysterical argument, I would quietly suppress my extreme emotions and wipe away my tears. Because I was afraid of losing him, I was always the one who humbly sought reconciliation. But this time, my heart felt nothing. I didn’t even have the desire to confront him. I just wanted to feel the sea breeze. Even doing nothing would make me content. It was easy for Steve to find me. I’d forgotten that the hotel I was staying at belonged to his company, so he could even open my room door without warning. “Phoebe, do you know how childish this whole running away thing is? “That day was the twentieth anniversary of when Willow and I met. I was just celebrating! Can’t I have other ordinary friends besides you?” I thought coldly: “Ordinary friends? The kind of ordinary friends who can kiss?” I didn’t voice this question because I knew he’d argue back that it was just a game. It wouldn’t be the first time anyway. “There’s nothing between Willow and me. Can you stop getting jealous and disappearing on me?” He looked at me, his slightly furrowed brow showing concern. “Fine. I’ll give you an even bigger wedding. We’ll have Willow be your maid of honor. Can you stop being angry now?” His tone sounded like he was trying to make peace. I didn’t respond, so he frowned again. “Phoebe, if you’re going to…” “Okay.” Before he could finish, I cut him off. The old me would have argued with him endlessly. In the end, I’d think it was my fault and apologize to him humbly. But now, I just smiled indifferently. Seeing me so compliant, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes. Then he stopped frowning and came over to take my hand: “Let’s go home then.” I coldly pulled my hand back and walked ahead of him instead. Steve couldn’t help but freeze for a few seconds. Since I wasn’t fighting with him, he seemed a bit unaccustomed to it. When I reached his car, I discovered Willow was waiting there too. “Phoebe, we finally found you. This guy Steve was going crazy looking for you!” She pouted and glared at Steve. “I told him we should’ve brought you along for our anniversary. Look, now Phoebe’s jealous again. You went too far! “Phoebe, I’ll apologize for him. Don’t be mad anymore. If you’re still angry, I’ll help you hit him!” She pretended to punch Steve’s chest, but with little force, just enough to fall into his arms. “Hitting me there again? Don’t you know that’s where my heart is?” Steve raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re so bad! Why are you hugging me?” Her face flushed red as she struggled in his arms, glancing at me. “Phoebe’s watching us. Are you trying to make her run away again?”
I didn’t look at them, sitting quietly and tactfully in the back seat without even lifting my eyes. I used to fight with Steve countless times over the passenger seat. Whenever Willow was around, he’d say it was Willow’s designated spot because she got carsick and could only avoid it by sitting next to Steve. I got angry because I didn’t understand. Then in Steve’s eyes, I became a petty woman. I used to fight with Steve countless times over the passenger seat. Whenever Willow was around, he’d say it was Willow’s designated spot because she got carsick and could only avoid it by sitting next to Steve. I got angry because I didn’t understand. Then in Steve’s eyes, I became a petty woman. I used to fight with Steve countless times over the passenger seat. Whenever Willow was around, he’d say it was Willow’s designated spot because she got carsick and could only avoid it by sitting next to Steve. I got angry because I didn’t understand. Then in Steve’s eyes, I became a petty woman. I used to fight with Steve countless times over the passenger seat. Whenever Willow was around, he’d say it was Willow’s designated spot because she got carsick and could only avoid it by sitting next to Steve. I got angry because I didn’t understand. Then in Steve’s eyes, I became a petty woman. Now I said nothing, which actually caught Steve off guard. When the car started, Willow turned around from the passenger seat to look at me. “Phoebe, you’ve lost quite a bit of weight these past couple days from not eating. How about I treat you to dinner? Consider it me apologizing to you on Steve’s behalf. We’ll definitely invite you to the next gathering!” “Phoebe, you’ve lost quite a bit of weight these past couple days from not eating. How about I treat you to dinner? Consider it me apologizing to you on Steve’s behalf. We’ll definitely invite you to the next gathering!” “No need,” I answered decisively. “Just take me home.” Steve didn’t listen to me and kept driving toward the restaurant. “You clearly haven’t been eating properly these past few days. Why are you being so stubborn?” The car stopped in the busy district, surrounded by many restaurants. Willow tugged at his arm playfully: “Steve, I want some juice!” “Your period’s coming soon, you can’t have anything cold.” They really did look like a couple. Steve knew her body like the back of his hand, more clearly than he remembered my cycle. He chose a restaurant with fewer people. During ordering, the server brought each of us a glass of lemon water. Willow picked up the glass in front of Steve and took a sip. “Yours is so sour!” She stuck out her tongue, and Steve looked at her with an indulgent smile, pinching her cheek. “How come you still can’t break that bad habit of stealing my drinks?” Willow’s gaze suddenly turned to me: “Phoebe, you’re not mad, are you? Steve and I have been like this since we were kids. I always have to taste his stuff first.” Steve looked somewhat uncomfortable, seemingly realizing this wasn’t appropriate in front of me. I didn’t even look up as I replied: “It’s fine. You two grew up together, it’s normal.” Steve breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes even showing some approval toward me. I hadn’t shown jealousy or picked a fight with him. Instead, I was tolerating his flirtatious behavior with his female friend. I seemed to have become much more mature. So much so that when the food arrived later, as a reward for my behavior, he started peeling shrimp for me. As he handed it to me, Willow snatched it away. Willow put the shrimp in front of herself: “How did you know I love shrimp? I didn’t expect you to remember my preferences. Thanks!” Steve shook his head with a smile: “Eat slowly, no one’s competing with you.” Willow, always bold, put the shrimp on my plate: “Phoebe, you should eat more too. If it’s not enough, I’ll have Steve peel more for me.” I didn’t touch the shrimp, my expression indifferent: “I don’t like shrimp.” Steve’s brow furrowed slightly. I figured he was wondering how my taste had changed. Yes, I used to love shrimp. But I don’t eat food from other people’s plates. Things that are fought over back and forth – I don’t want them even if they’re given to me. Willow is actually allergic to seafood. She only grabbed that shrimp to compete with me for attention. Sure enough, on the way back, red rashes appeared on her cheeks. The hospital and home were in opposite directions. Steve chose to abandon me: “Willow needs to get to the hospital immediately. You’ll have to take a cab home.” “But…” He didn’t listen to me continue, his eyes full of concern as he looked at Willow, slammed the car door shut, and disappeared down the road. This area was quite remote – no cabs to be found. Several streetlights were broken too, and from the shadows, two tall, burly figures were walking toward me. This area was quite remote – no cabs to be found. Several streetlights were broken too, and from the shadows, two tall, burly figures were walking toward me. This area was quite remote – no cabs to be found. Several streetlights were broken too, and from the shadows, two tall, burly figures were walking toward me. This area was quite remote – no cabs to be found. Several streetlights were broken too, and from the shadows, two tall, burly figures were walking toward me. “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?” “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?” “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?” “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?” “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?”
I was terrified. My legs started to give out. When I tried to run, I slipped and fell. As the two men approached, I could smell their heavy body odor and alcohol. “All my money is in my bag. I have two thousand dollars in cash and tens of thousands more in my bank account.” I trembled as I revealed my entire financial situation. The two men immediately rifled through my bag. When they saw the money, their eyes lit up instantly. “Don’t worry, I won’t call the police. I’ll pretend I never saw anything. “I’ll leave right now…” My legs were weak, and cold sweat poured down my body. I looked at them almost pleadingly, hoping they wouldn’t kill me. They blocked my path. “Don’t be in such a hurry to leave. Keep us company for the night first, then you can go tomorrow.” My face went pale as I kept backing away. The man rushed at me with a lewd grin. I used all my strength to kick him in the groin. The man rolled on the ground in pain. The other man slapped me hard across the face. “How dare you!” He waved a fruit knife in front of me. “If you don’t behave, I’ll slash your face to pieces!” I gathered my courage and kicked him too. He doubled over in pain, clutching his lower body, then lunged at my abdomen with the knife. It hurt so much. Blood kept flowing out. Seeing this, the two men sobered up considerably and fled the scene in panic. I used my last bit of strength to open my phone and dial 911. But this place was too remote. Steve was closer to me since he had just left not long ago. I called him over and over, but he kept hanging up impatiently. By the time he answered, I barely had any strength left. “Willow’s allergy is really severe. Can you please stop making a scene?” My lips barely moved, “Help me… I’m bleeding so much…” “Phoebe! Why do you always throw tantrums whenever I’m alone with Willow? You’re either sick or feeling unwell. I’m tired of these tactics! “Willow really is having an allergic reaction today. Don’t you have any compassion?” My breathing grew weaker, and I could only manage painful moans. But he remained unmoved. “Stop acting! Even if you died today, I wouldn’t leave Willow to come see you!” He hung up, his final tone filled with finality and coldness. I lay on the ground in despair, waiting for the ambulance to arrive. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, a figure appeared above me. “Miss, are you okay? Hang in there. I’ll take you to the hospital!” I was saved by a kind passerby. I lay in the hospital emergency room for so long that I thought I might die there. Fortunately, I was brought to the hospital in time, so I barely managed to survive. Steve hasn’t called me once these past few days. Willow’s Facebook, however, has been updated frequently. [Who doesn’t have a caring best friend? I’m just having an allergic reaction, but he insists on staying by my side 24/7. I really don’t know what to do with him!] The photo showed Steve peeling fruit for her. Her slightly flushed face wore a sweet smile. Mutual friends in the comments section offered their blessings. [I love you two together! You’re such a perfect match!] [You’ve known each other for twenty years, you have to get married! I can’t wait to give you wedding gifts. When are you having the ceremony?] I quietly sipped my hot soup and graciously offered my blessing. [Wishing you both eternal happiness.]
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