From Heartbreak to Happiness

Jane Gill swallowed hard, trying to calm her tumultuous emotions.

Just then, her phone on the bed started vibrating.

"Hello? Jenna, what's up?" Jane asked.

Jenna Carter's voice was urgent, "Oh, don't ask questions now, just hurry over! Brayden is about to check into a hotel with some woman."

Jane's headache, already severe, felt like it was about to explode.

"Where is he? Wasn't he supposed to be at the class reunion?"

"Just come quickly! I'm at the hotel now. I'll send you the address."

"Beep..."

Jenna hung up. Jane rubbed her temples, trying to clear her mind, which was a whirlwind of emotions.

The aftermath of a vivid dream, combined with the unexpected drama of her boyfriend's infidelity, left her brain in a fog.

She quickly changed clothes and called a cab.

"Sir, please hurry."

The driver, sensing her urgency, said, "Hold on tight, lady. We'll get there in no time."

From her home to the hotel Jenna had texted, the driver managed to cut the travel time in half.

As soon as Jenna saw Jane, she grabbed her and rushed towards the hotel entrance, only to be stopped by the receptionist. The receptionist requested, "Hello, we require all guests to register with ID for security reasons."

Jenna's expression changed instantly, pleading with the receptionist, "Please, let us in. My boyfriend brought another woman here, and we're in a hurry to catch them red-handed."

The receptionist looked skeptical, glancing between Jenna and Jane, then apologized, "I'm sorry, but we can't allow entry without proper identification."

Jenna was about to argue further when Jane tugged at her. However, the next second, Jane suddenly broke free from Jenna's grip.

Jenna turned to see what Jane was looking at.

Brayden Douglas emerged from the elevator, hand in hand with a girl, looking every bit the happy couple.

Jane's previously chaotic mind suddenly cleared. She knew exactly what emotion she needed to handle this situation.

Calmly, she walked up to Brayden and slapped him across the face. The girl beside him, sensing something was wrong, looked at Brayden in shock.

Brayden stared at Jane, unable to believe she was there.

Jane remained composed, her face devoid of tears or the pain of betrayal.

When you were calm enough, even the deepest sadness and anger couldn't shake you.

Brayden, stunned by the slap, panicked.

He let go of the girl's hand and reached for Jane, but she evaded him.

"Jane, let's talk." Brayden said, his voice anything but calm.

Jane curled her lips into a slight smile, "No need. We're done."

She turned and left the hotel, leaving Brayden staring blankly as her figure grew distant and small.

Jenna followed from afar.

"Hey, Jenna, you should head home. No need to follow me." Jane called back, waving her hand.

Jenna, concerned, asked, "What about you? Are you okay?"

Jane forced a smile. "Oh, I'm all right. I'm just going to the supermarket to get some snacks and then head home."

Jenna still seemed worried.

"I'll text you when I get home." Jane reassured her.

"Alright." Jenna replied, waving before hailing a cab.

Jane rubbed her eyes, which felt dry and sore.

She detoured to the supermarket and bought several cans of fruity beer.

Sitting on a bench by the lake, she drank one can after another.

Jane felt herself getting drunk, as memories of her past with Brayden flooded back.

The scenes played out in her mind, one after another.

It was funny how people tended to reminisce, but the past was just that a collection of beautiful memories from a time gone by.

"Hey Jenna, are you home yet?"

"I'm fine, almost home myself."

"Okay, my phone's about to die, so I'll talk to you later."

"Bye."

After hanging up, Jane deleted all of Brayden's contact information.

She opened her photo album, hesitated for a moment, then deleted all their pictures together.

Finally, she stared at her messaging app until her phone died from lack of battery.

Jane sniffled, feeling miserable. She wanted to blow her nose but realized she forgot to buy tissues.

She felt quite sorry for herself.

Why did people cry when they were sad?

Jane couldn't understand. Brayden was such a jerk, so why was she crying? Shouldn't getting rid of a jerk be something to celebrate?

A hiccup from the beer bubbled up, and Jane couldn't help but vomit.

She didn't want to think about Brayden anymore. After finishing the last can of fruity beer, she wiped her tears and snot with her sleeve and stood up unsteadily.

She picked up the empty bottles, put them in a bag, and placed them next to the trash can, saving the cleaning lady from having to dig through the garbage.

It was just a man, after all. Breaking up was breaking up. It was just three years of my life down the drain.

Jane, holding a can of fruity beer, staggered along the lakeside.

As she walked, she squatted down, feeling awful.

She thought to herself, "I want to throw up. I want to go home. I want to sleep."

Jane looked up. It was already late. The surroundings were quiet, with fewer people strolling around.

She dozed off, squatting in the middle of the path.

Andreas Quinn had set himself the task of running three laps around lake today. The lake was quite large, with each lap measuring 3, 000 meters.

He started from home, running 2, 000 meters to reach the lake.

Halfway through, he saw someone squatting in the middle of the path, swaying. He thought something might be wrong.

"Are you okay?"

Andreas bent down, gently tapping the girl's shoulder.

Jane, still squatting, fell backward, and Andreas hurriedly caught her.

She leaned against his leg, making Andreas shift uncomfortably.

As she slumped to the ground, Andreas quickly squatted down to support her shoulders.

The closer he got, the stronger the smell of alcohol became. He frowned, shaking Jane's shoulder.

"Hey, wake up."

Jane, shaken vigorously, couldn't hold back and vomited again.

Andreas's frown deepened, his forehead twitching.

Where did this inebriated person come from?

Jane struggled to open her eyes and placed her hand on Andreas's face.

"You're really handsome. Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

......

The feeling of a hangover was terrible. Jane woke up with a headache that felt like it was going to explode.

She had no idea what time it was, as the sun streamed directly into the room.

Her temples throbbed, and she raised a hand to shield her eyes.

After a moment, she sat up abruptly.

An unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar place, unfamiliar clothes.

Jane couldn't help but cover her face.

Jane thought to herself, "What have I done? The kind of drunken one-night stand I read about in novels had actually happened to me."

She glanced around.

No one was there. It was a golden opportunity to make a quick escape!

Yes, Jane decided she had to escape. She couldn't afford to gamble with a stranger she had never met.

She got out of bed and had just opened the door when she bumped into someone.

"Ouch!"

Jane winced, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain. Was this person made of iron?

She covered her nose with her hand, sniffling.

Andreas awkwardly scratched his head, "Uh, are you okay?"

Jane looked up, glaring at him angrily.

Her heart skipped a beat. And she thought to herself, "If her first time was with this man...

Maybe it wasn't such a loss. This man was incredibly handsome." Jane pursed her lips.