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Since My Childhood Sweetheart Stole My Boyfriend

Since My Childhood Sweetheart Stole My Boyfriend

Zelda Lyon

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What's the most ridiculous way to break up a relationship you've seen? Family, this is just an unbelievable situation! My childhood buddy actually disguised himself as a woman to test whether my boyfriend is a good man, and he even put on a show for me to see. Seeing him, who is around 1.8 meters tall, act all delicate and vulnerable, I was left speechless! He even told me that this man is no good, unreliable. Are you any better? Are you reliable? Yes, I'm the reliable one! I've waited for you for ten years, and you still don't know?

Chapter 1

Did you see the most out-of-line way to break up a couple?

I betted I was the number one, and no one else could compete.

I never encountered such a speechless situation in my life.

It took me three months to land my boyfriend - oh, no! I meant my ex-boyfriend.

But my childhood friend stole him away in just ten minutes and even said the guy was not reliable.

Nonsense! Who could resist when you were cross-dressing as a girl?

That day, we were celebrating Vince Smith's birthday, singing all night at a karaoke bar.

Just when everyone was really high from drinking, an uninvited guest arrived.

I looked at the "girl" in front of me who was wearing black stockings, and a short skirt, and had a tall and slender figure with curvy lines and an exquisite face. I subconsciously swallowed.

"Ava, is this your friend?" Vince asked, In response to my boyfriend Vince's question, I gritted my teeth and nodded.

I pulled Kevin Green, who was cross-dressing as a girl, to sit next to me and hissed, "What are you doing here? And where did you get that skirt?!"

Kevin wriggled his body to squeeze out a cleavage and raised his eyebrows at me.

Damn it! This guy really didn't regard himself as a man at all. He must have been getting into his drama queen mode again, trying to spoil my fun.

He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I heard it's your boyfriend's birthday. I'm just here to keep you company, in case you can't find your way back at night."

Come on! We all lived on campus.

We could just take a taxi back together. How could I possibly have forgotten the way?

I was so fed up that I wished I could just push him to the ground and teach him a lesson.

However, Vince's friends seemed quite happy to see him. They offered him fruits and poured drinks for him, looking like a bunch of sycophants.

Kevin's eyes scanned around the private room and finally settled on Vince. "you're Ava's boyfriend, right? I've often heard her mention you. I heard you're good at basketball?"

Vince, flattered by Kevin's compliment, couldn't help but show off. Probably because of the alcohol, he boasted without even thinking.

"Yeah, not too bad! The school team wanted me last year, but I didn't go. If I had joined, we definitely would've ranked in the league last year."

Kevin got excited and pulled me away from my seat, then snuggled up to Vince.

"Wow, you're really awesome! I'm crazy about basketball. Who's your favorite basketball star? Don't tell me. Let me guess. Is it Kobe?"

"You know Kobe? That's impressive! Ava, your friend is quite knowledgeable about this."

I couldn't help rolling my eyes at his blatant flattery. This guy didn't just know a bit about it; he was actually on the school basketball team.

Watching Kevin ingratiate himself with Vince made me feel so sick that I almost threw up my dinner.

"I'm going to the washroom. Put "Love Story" on the queue for me, will you?"

"Sure."

Hearing that someone agreed with me, I went to the washroom contentedly.

Maybe it was because I ate too much fruit and drank some alcohol that I ended up having a bit of an upset stomach.

When I came back to the private room after dealing with it, Vince was getting ready to leave.

"Didn't we say we'd stay all night?"

I checked the time; it was only 9:45.

Vince took a glance at me, and there was something strange in his eyes

"You'd better go back to school early. The dormitory will close soon, and you've got an early class tomorrow. Be good."

Hearing his gentle comforting words, I nodded docilely and complied.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled me aside and whispered, "There's a convenience store nearby. Wait for me there, and we'll go back together later."

"Alright, but you'll pay for the taxi fare."

I was a bit drunk and didn't notice anything wrong. As soon as I got to the convenience store, I received a text message.

"Ava, let's break up. We're not a good match for each other."

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