甩了软饭男后,我爽爆了

I supported my impoverished boyfriend through college and even funded his studies abroad, yet he spoke behind my back, accusing me of being pretentiously generous and disregarding his dignity.

I helped him escape his abusive, gambling-addicted parents, but he privately called me ungrateful, saying I didn't respect his parents.

He begged me to help him secure the position of head of the cardiothoracic department, but then turned around and told colleagues that I was the one pestering him.

Later, when he became famous, he claimed in interviews that he was with me out of gratitude, leading the audience to attack me online.

When I was mentally exhausted and got into a car accident, he looked at me coldly and said, "Stop struggling. I'll take the rest of your money as a wedding gift for me. It's what you owe me."

Unexpectedly, I got a second chance. I decided not to support his education or help him find a job, leaving him to deal with his overbearing parents on his own.

I wanted to watch him fall from a genius doctor to an insignificant nobody.

Yet, he came to me, sobbing and begging for me to support him.

1

"Eva, I'm willing to give up my future to be with you."

"Studying abroad isn't as important as you."

"I'm planning to call my mentor right now to give up this great opportunity."

My boyfriend, Terry Flynn, held my hand, emphasizing the words "great opportunity" repeatedly, stressing the sacrifice he was making for me.

I listened to his manipulative words; he had said the same things in my previous life.

I was three years older than him, and as the saying went, "women like wine, the older the better." He certainly gained a lot by being with me.

Terry's father was abusive, and his mother was a gambler. Their home was in shambles. During a chance collaboration between my family and a charity to support students, I represented my family and went to a remote village, where I fell for Terry, who was then selling goods on the street in faded clothes. I sponsored him to complete his university education in Chicago.

In his junior year, he was selected to study in France. As soon as he got the news, he eagerly came to me with the same manipulative words.

Unfortunately, in my previous life, I was naive enough to believe him. Without hesitation, I went against my family's wishes and used my savings to send him to the France for further medical studies, dreaming of a beautiful future with him.

During his two years abroad, I worried about him being alone in a foreign country. I traveled back and forth every week just to bring him a taste of home with American dishes, fearing he wasn't eating or sleeping well.

I transformed from a pampered young lady into someone who became proficient in cooking, all for him.

I even had a falling out with my family for his sake.

But once he achieved success, he turned on me.

After becoming famous, Terry told people I was a hypocrite, pretending to be kind while trampling on his dignity for my amusement.

On my deathbed, I watched his first love bustling around, and realized I wasn't even his true love.

Since meeting him, my life had been thrown into an absurd state.

Thinking of this deepened my hatred.

This time, he wouldn't have it easy.

Looking at his eager eyes, I suppressed my disgust. I held his hand back and spoke sincerely, "I also think long-distance relationships are too hard.

"What if we can't make it? There will be plenty of opportunities for your career in the future, but there is not another me. You better cherish me. Without me, where would you be today?"

He froze for a moment, a flash of humiliation crossing his face before he quickly masked it with a forced smile, feigning disappointment, "I agree with you, but... "

"Giving up such a great opportunity to study abroad means I might have to work a few more years to be worthy of you. You'll have to wait a bit longer for our future." Our future? It was more about his future.

I sneered inwardly, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye with feigned grievance, "True, I don't want to wait any longer. Maybe you should go abroad, so we can be together sooner."

His eyes lit up, but he quickly lowered his head, coughing lightly to hide his joy, his expression turning to guilt, "But that would be hard on you. You've already helped me so much... "

I shook my head, smiling warmly, "Terry, I was wrong before, always helping you my way without considering your feelings. I know you're proud and independent, never liking to owe anyone anything. This time, I've decided to respect you-

Earn the money yourself to study abroad!"

His grip on my hand stiffened, his face turning green.

After a long pause, he forced a dry laugh, "I have class this afternoon. Let's talk about this later."

I didn't want to see his retreating figure any longer and turned to get into my car.

You want dignity?

This time, I'd give it to you.

You better handle it.

2

[Ding Dong]

A voice message came through on my phone.

It was my mom, reminding me not to go hungry and telling me she had brought my favorite sweet and sour ribs to my office.

I clutched my phone, feeling a wave of emotion.

My parents had always been good judges of character. In my previous life, they strongly opposed my relationship with Terry, but I refused to listen, even threatening to harm myself if they didn't stop interfering. I secretly sold family assets to pave the way for Terry's future, worsening my father's heart condition and aging my mother significantly.

In the end, when I died, my mother was admitted to a mental hospital.

I exhaled heavily, my heart choked with emotion, and drove towards the company.

My father had always focused on developing my business skills to prepare me for taking over the family business. Now, I was managing an entertainment company quite well.

But before I even reached the entrance, I saw a commotion at the company gate, with a few people arguing and the security guards unsure of what to do.

"Oh, you rich people! How can you do that? Terry is everything I have. I raised him with all my effort. But you sent him abroad! Who's going to take care of me? I rely on that small plot of land with my husband to make ends meet, and it's barely enough to fill our stomachs. It was your boss who insisted he go to college, and now there's no one to farm. You owe me compensation! Since you want Terry to study abroad, that's fine! But your boss has to support us since she sent my son away! I don't care, call your boss! Otherwise, I won't leave until your boss shows up and promises me!"

Terry's mother plopped down at the company entrance, crying her eyes out, wiping her nose and tears with one hand while slapping her thigh with the other. Occasionally, she would glance sideways at the security guard to see if he had called me, wiping her nose on the ground.

I snorted.

So, paying for her son's education abroad wasn't enough; they wanted us to support their whole family.

What a greedy woman.

If I remember correctly, in my previous life, I paid off his mother to let Terry study in peace. But someone filmed it and uploaded the video online.

Soon, people at school discovered that it was the mother of Terry, who was the top student from a prestigious school. He cared about his reputation, came to me with a pained expression, begging me to suppress the news to keep his dignity.

He never even asked how much money I gave his family.

Holding my car keys, I walked over nonchalantly, took off my sunglasses, and looked down at the woman lying on the ground with a smile.

"You want money?"

Her face lit up, and she scrambled up from the ground, sniffing and stiffening her neck.

"I am not asking! It's what you owe us!"

I nodded slightly, diverting the trouble elsewhere.

"I didn't send your son abroad; he earns money himself."

The woman looked shocked, her rough voice suddenly louder.

"What do you mean? He earns money himself?"

I chuckled softly.

"Yes, after all, he's your son. You've worked hard raising him. Shouldn't he be the one that supports you?"

Might as well bleed him dry.

The woman's eyes rolled, a flash of calculation in them, as she rubbed her hands together, muttering something about having money to gamble.

The security guard finally managed to speak, looking troubled as he approached.

"Ms. Mist, she kept saying she knows you, so we didn't dare to chase her away... "

I waved my hand, took out my phone and dialed 911. Then I spoke loudly.

"Hello, sir, there's someone here trying to extort money... "

The woman froze, cursing under her breath. She lunged to grab my phone, but the security guard stopped her.

I sneered. Wasn't reputation important for his family?

I was determined to make a scene this time, to make sure his reputation was ruined entirely.

3

At the police station, Terry arrived looking grim, sweat dripping down his face.

It seemed he couldn't bear to take a cab and ran all the way here.

Terry was stingy, even when spending my money. On Valentine's Day, he bought me a five-dollar ring from a street vendor, saying it was the thought that counted and that spending more would ruin the purity of love.

When I was sick, he picked the best from the worst fruits, telling me the vitamins were still there.

Yet, when I gave him a watch worth thousands, he accepted it without hesitation.

Thinking about it, a bitter taste filled my mouth. Even so, I was ridiculously happy.

How stupid must I have been to fall for such a hypocrite?

"Son! Look at this woman you fancy, ugly and harsh. She even calls the cops to arrest me."

I studied my nails out of boredom, catching a glimpse of Terry's embarrassed face, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

Terry's face turned red as he shook off his mother's hand, shouting for her to go home.

His mother glared and started to make a scene again.

"Fine, you have money to study abroad, but you won't leave any for your father and me! I'm almost beaten to death by your dad, and you won't give me a cent! Cold-hearted and ungrateful!"

Then, she held out her hand.

"Where's the money?"

Terry's face flushed, and he mumbled that he had no money, glancing at me. The woman refused to leave, and they continued to argue at the police station.

Finally, after the police mediated, he shouted that he wouldn't go abroad, and his mother relented.

"That's right, save that money for us!"

Then his mother smugly adding, "Remember to send us the money this month, " before leaving.

I couldn't help but laugh inside. Such an obedient son, make sure to honor your parents well.

Terry looked at me accusingly.

"Eva, why did you send my mom to the police station?"

I feigned innocence.

"She was causing a scene at my company entrance. I didn't know your mom was like this... "

I stopped mid-sentence, watching his face turn awkward, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

"Let me drive you back to school." I smiled, satisfied, and asked.

He nodded, a shadow passing through his eyes.

Fifty meters from the school, Terry, as usual, asked me to stop the car.

I snorted. What excuse did he use in my previous life?

Oh, right.

He said he felt unworthy of me and didn't want to affect me negatively.

Tsk, now it seemed it wasn't about that. It was about maintaining his image of independence at school, afraid people would find out he was living off me, clinging to my coattails.

If I remember correctly, the first love he left me for also attended this university. I wanted to see how they ended up together again.

Playing the saint while sinning was truly disgusting. He took all the benefits and then told unsuspecting colleagues that I used my family's money and power to harass and oppress him.

Thinking about it, I didn't stop my flashy red sports car but drove boldly toward the school gate.

Terry panicked, anxiously patting my leg.

"Eva, just stop here."

I chuckled softly.

"Terry, I've thought about it. There's no such thing as being worthy or not. We're not celebrities; we should date openly. Why keep it secret?"