My Boyfriend Set Me Up with Someone

My Boyfriend Set Me Up with Someone

Brina Crim

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During the time when we were supposed to get our marriage certificate, there was another person in his bed. To clarify the relationship, he indicated that I should try with a neighbor I had just met. A year later, I got the certificate with the neighbor, and he ended up saying he regretted it.

Chapter 1 I Was Dumped And Forced To Move

After graduating from college, Jaxton Wall and I both changed jobs one after another, and eventually, this year, we joined the same company, which arranged a small apartment for us.

Seeing Jaxton at work and after hours felt wonderful. In six months, we were supposed to get married, and living together now was like a preview of our future life as a couple. Although our relationship wasn't very strong, we managed to make it to the point of marriage.

I was grateful for the company's arrangement. I was determined to give my all to the company.

But after just one month of happiness, the company arranged for a new colleague to move into our apartment.

The new colleague who had moved into my room woke up one morning in Jaxton's bed.

Whenever I thought of that scene, I was overwhelmed by a suffocating sense of despair, as if I couldn't breathe, trapped and unable to escape.

I wondered if a person could survive without a heart, but at that moment, I felt like I was dying, drained of all energy, unable to stand or think.

I had been with Jaxton for so many years, and just when we were about to marry, he betrayed me.

I knew Jaxton didn't have deep feelings for me, but to do something like that right in front of me was too much.

That day, with a hint of guilt on his face, he said in a low voice, "Bella Rowe, let's call off the wedding."

Faced with such an absurd situation, I could only manage a bitter smile, unable to say any words of blame. Jaxton always favored her, always had.

I waited so long, thinking I had changed him, and that he would settle down, but in the end, it was just me fooling myself.

I was not a saint; how could I ever hope to change you?

In the end, it was all a waste of time, a fleeting dream amidst life's chaos. When I woke from this dream, everything was reset, leaving only scars in my heart.

I didn't hate him. To say I hated him would mean giving him too much importance in my heart. I just felt tired, exhausted, and weary.

Brenna Sanderson was moving in, and it was no longer suitable for me to stay here.

Whether Jaxton felt guilty or just didn't want me to disturb their world, he was eager to help me find a new place.

Knowing I hated crowded buses, perhaps fearing I would bother him with my commute, he found me an apartment near the company, making it very convenient for work. He even paid six months of rent in advance for me.

When I moved, he was incredibly diligent, moving all my things in a single morning, even bringing a small pack of tissues.

I honestly didn't know if I should say he was responsible or heartless. After years of companionship, he cast me aside without a second thought.

I stood on the balcony, looking out through the window, observing him attentively arranging my things.

Suddenly, I realized Jaxton wasn't as great as I had imagined. It wasn't that I was trying to belittle him because I couldn't have him. But rather, my heart no longer raced with joy when I looked at him. Over the years, and through the harsh truth, I had grown indifferent.

"Hey, new neighbor, you're Bella, right? I'm Declan Edwards, and I live next door." A boy approached from the stairs and said. He carried shopping bags, smiling warmly and naturally.

I didn't respond; I wasn't interested in making friends and I had no energy for love.

He seemed to sense the awkwardness and said, "I just went to renew my lease and saw your name. It's quite nice."

He took a can of cola from his bag and offered it to me, "I live next door. I actually graduated from the same university as you."

I didn't take the cola, so he muttered to himself that girls might prefer juice and handed me a box of juice instead.

He was a very enthusiastic person.

I numbly accepted the juice and thanked him.

He smiled, revealing a charming smile, "No need to be so formal between neighbors. If you need any help today, just let me know."

At that moment, Jaxton came out of the room and said, "Bella, everything's set up for you."

Declan paused for a moment, then smiled calmly, "Oh, so your boyfriend is here too."

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