Chapter 2

I stared at the slammed door, my hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, and then abruptly relaxed at the sting of pain.

I must admit Colin’s gesture was quite dashing, if I weren’t his girlfriend.

The remaining people in the private room subtly exchanged glances before Stephen, braving it out, said, “You know Colin’s temper. Don’t take it to heart. Let’s continue playing.”

“No, I don’t want to spoil your fun. You guys play without me. I’ll be leaving now.” I politely smiled at him, waved, and walked out of the room.

Today was the third anniversary of my relationship with Colin.

He used the excuse of working late to be with another woman, acting intimately, and his so-called friends, who usually respected me in front of me, instigated without reminding him that he had a girlfriend.

I must say I was a loser.

Back home, seeing the table full of dishes, I couldn’t suppress my anger and dumped them all into the trash can, which was somewhat relieving.

It was then Colin’s message came through on WhatsApp. “I won’t hold today’s incident against you, but don’t be so willful in the future, and apologize to Virginia tomorrow.”

No explanation, just accusations and commands, and even somewhat of a blame shift.

When did it start, that every time we had an argument, he would suppress me like this?

I reflected deeply.

Then, I suddenly realized that my relationship with Colin had never been equal from the start.

Because I pursued him first, he always seemed so superior in front of me.

For him, I learned to cook, suppress my feelings, being a generous and virtuous girlfriend.

But what has he done for me?

He tortured me with verbal suppression and dismissive attitudes, fooling around with other girls.

I had mentioned more than once that I minded his close proximity to Virginia.

But all he had was impatience, calling me petty, and never cared to give me the security I needed.

Flipping through our recent chat log, it was always me initiating the conversation, and sometimes after a long message from me, all I got back were his indifferent few words.

I finally realized that perhaps the relationship I cherished for three years was just my own wishful thinking.

After reading his message over and over again, I finally made up my mind and texted, “Let’s break up!”

Then I blocked him.