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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.
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