Chapter 2

Dylan thought he had climbed high in life, leaving nothing behind that would require him to stay. It was left to me to clean up and discard everything.

Traces of him were everywhere in the house, his favorite pillow on the sofa, our photo together on the table...

I chuckled bitterly as I threw down the cardboard box in my hands and allowed myself a good cry.

There was a time when I believed our love was indestructible.

Back in college, he would always bring up Kimberly, though only to express his disdain.

“Kimberly is too much, and shameless too. I told her I had a girlfriend, yet she still clings to me.”

Back then, I would teasingly probe, “She's rich and beautiful. Don't you feel tempted?”

He would wrap his arms around me, tickle my nose, and say with a light smile, “No matter how good she is, she's not as great as you, Dorothy.”

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but mock my own foolishness for naively believing in our love. He probably regretted it in his past life.

I called my parents.

“Mom, I want to come home.”

My mom, hearing the distress in my voice, quickly asked what had happened.

I didn't go into details. I just told her I wanted to come home.

She had no choice but to agree. I wanted to go home partly because I couldn't find another place on short notice, and my parents' house was closer to my company.

On the other hand, in my past life, I was so busy taking care of Dylan's family that I neglected my own parents. I wanted to spend more time with them in this life.

Thinking this, I felt foolish. Dylan's company was near my current house, but commuting to my company took over an hour.

I had treasured him, yet he had only seen me as a burden. How ridiculous.