I liked Ling Shen for ten years, but in the end, I was defeated by the young model in his arms. He belittled me in front of his friends, and in my sadness, I ended up getting together with Lin Yan Shen while I was drunk. After breaking up with Ling Shen, he couldn't accept that I had turned to his arch-enemy. During a fight with Lin Yan Shen, I realized that I had liked the wrong person; Lin Yan Shen was actually the one who supported me from the beginning and had been quietly watching over me. This time, I want to truly cherish the person who loves me.
Chapter 1
On the first anniversary of my relationship with Jacob James, I mustered the courage to surprise him.
But what I saw was him, slightly tipsy, belittling me with his friends.
"She's as dense as a post, " he said. "I'm really fed up with it."
Panicked, I fled, while others urged him to comfort me.
"She's spoiled. When hasn't she come back on her own?"
But this time, I left with resolution.
Later, he went crazy trying to win me back.
1
I never imagined that in Jacob's eyes, I was so worthless.
Standing outside the private room, I watched him chat about zodiac signs with a new freshman girl.
"Aren't you worried your girlfriend will be upset?" the girl asked.
Jacob laughed lazily, unconcerned.
"What girlfriend? Am I engaged or married to Dora Kim?"
"So, you're thinking of breaking up?"
Jacob tapped his fingers lightly.
"She's as dense as a post," he said with a faint expression. "I'm really fed up with it."
Someone teased, "Seriously? You guys have been together for a year, and it seems your relationship is tense. We thought you were getting along well with each other. Are you just being too indulgent because she chased you for so many years?"
Jacob neither confirmed nor denied these jests.
But all of a sudden, silenced fell over the room.
2
Dragged inside, facing a variety of gazes, I felt awkward.
"What are you doing here?" Jacob frowned.
"Take a seat and have a drink, we're just messing around, " someone said.
Ignoring the challenging and amused looks, I forced a smile, as gentle and harmless as always.
"I called you, but you didn't answer. I was worried."
My voice softened when I saw the impatience in his eyes.
"I seem to have come at a bad time. Enjoy yourselves."
Ignoring their invitations and explanations, I hurriedly left.
As I turned and tears fell, I could still hear the conversation behind me.
"Jacob, I think Dora's crying. Aren't you going to comfort her?"
"When it comes to women, a little comforting will do."
After a moment of silence, his indifferent mockery echoed.
"She's spoiled. When hasn't she come back on her own?"
I finally lost all hope.
With nowhere to go, I randomly ended up at a bar, drinking through the night.
Somehow, fueled by courage and rebellion, I grabbed a man nearby, ready to leave.
As I got into the car, I was pulled into a warm embrace, and the scent of tobacco overwhelmed me.
Yet, he seemed to leave me one last chance.
"Hey there, rushing to find company tonight? Didn't Jacob treat you right?"
Drunk and disoriented, I held the face of the man in front of me, a face that could make gods and men envious.
"Gordon Scott?"
"Yes, it's me."
His eyes darkened as he lowered his head to touch his forehead to mine.
"Have you made up your mind?"
I gritted my teeth.
"Yes, I have."