He Knew Who I Was After Breaking Up With Me

He threw the cake on the ground, right on my birthday.

He thought I was being reckless with money, all over a cake that cost less than $20.

After my boyfriend Oliver took his bank card, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

I was shocked by his actions, staring at the cake now lying in a mess on the floor, a chill running through me.

I had the butler come to pick me up and half an hour later, I was sitting in the mountainside villa my parents bought me, looking at a cake specially flown in from abroad by my mother.

It was only then that the sadness Oliver caused began to subside.

My brother glanced at me disapprovingly and spoke with disdain,

"Look at you. So pathetic over just a man, and not even a good one at that. I’m very disappointed in you."

He was wearing a custom-made LV pajama set, holding an expensive coffee cup bought from abroad, sitting in front of me with a look of scorn.

I glared back at him fiercely.

"Don't mind your brother. He’s always sharp-tonued. Sweetie, try the cake."

As my mother spoke, she served the cake with a dining set worth ten million dollars.

The cream melted in my mouth, not too sweet or greasy, and it included my favorite purple grapes. You could tell the cake was expensive just by looking at it.

After eating the cake, my mom casually gifted me another house, my dad transferred a foreign resort hotel into my name, and my brother gave me a private plane along with a vintage classic car.

Even with the warmth of family around, my mood was still somewhat melancholic because of Oliver. After all, I had really given him my heart.

"You're not still hung up on him, are you?"

My brother changed his clothes and sauntered down the stairs, his Rolex nearly blinding me.

"I've decided..."

"What have you decided?"

My dad rushed out of his study, still wearing the headset from his video meeting earlier.

The emotion was palpable.

Seeing my resolute expression, my mom thought I was still not over it. She stopped playing with the dog, threw it onto a million-dollar white fur rug, and picked up a glass of wine from the table, pretending to come at me.

Just as she reached me, I quickly spoke up,

"I've decided to make that jerk kneel before me and repent!"

I stepped on a stool, fist clenched tightly.

The three standing beside me were stunned for a minute.

After a minute, they nodded in relief and turned to leave, going back to their previous activities.

Watching their indifferent figures, I began to doubt. Was this really the same family that had been so warm just moments before?

Shouldn't they be excited about my decision?

My brother reached the foyer, having just changed his shoes, turned his head back as if he remembered something, and said,

"Good luck!"

I rolled my eyes at him.