My Ex Regretted Playing Poor

After my boyfriend, Baldwin Bell, went bankrupt, he was left with a massive debt. To pay it off, we both took on part-time jobs after our day jobs. One day, by chance, I received an urgent order to deliver some documents. When I arrived at the destination and the door opened, a girl appeared. She turned and called out her boyfriend's name, "Baldwin, your urgent documents are here..." I thought it was just a coincidence of names. But then, the next second, I heard my boyfriend's voice from inside the house. "By the way, go get someone to buy a few more of these..." The next moment, an empty box of Durex was thrown at the girl's feet.

Baldwin was bankrupt. To help him clear his debts, I sold all the designer bags, clothes, and jewelry he had given me during our relationship. I even used all my savings to try and cover the shortfall. But still, we were over $800,000 in debt. Now, every day after work, we both continue to do part-time jobs. I worked as a courier, and he worked as a cab driver.

Today, I took a job to retrieve a document from a company for the boss. The client was generous, offering to give me an extra $1,000 as a tip. The only requirement was that the delivery had to be fast. When I received the order, I was still waiting for a pancake from a street vendor. I was very hungry and had treated myself to a $12 pancake. However, as soon as I saw the client's message, I immediately hopped on my scooter and headed to the designated location.

While waiting for the secretary to bring down the documents, I took a moment to share the good news with Baldwin.

"Baldwin, I made over $1,000 today! You mentioned wanting to eat roasted pork ribs, right? I’ll buy some ribs and cook them for you tomorrow!"

After sending the message, there was no reply. But I thought Baldwin must have picked up a passenger by then. To ensure his passenger's safety, he usually didn't reply to my messages while driving. It would only be after he was free that he would reply to my messages. This had become our unspoken agreement. I would just send him messages and wait for him to have the time to reply, providing me with emotional satisfaction. We never complained about the unfairness of fate. Even at our lowest, we simply held each other's hands, watching the slowly rising sun through the window, silently vowing to make a lot of money. The destination was quite far this time, but thinking of the generous tip, I felt fortunate to have grabbed this order.

When I arrived at the villa complex, I was stopped by the security guard. He glanced at my scooter and declared loudly, "Outside vehicles are not allowed in the community." With the clock ticking on my delivery deadline, I sensed an underlying message in his words. I parked the scooter by the roadside, clutched the documents in my hand, and hurried into the villa area.

I ran all the way to the destination, where a young girl opened the door. She was dressed in a white bathrobe, with a shower cap on her head, and wet strands of hair along with frantic kiss marks on her neck, revealing the recent events inside the villa. She stood on the steps, arms crossed and leaning against the door frame, emanating a pleasant fragrance of gardenia.

Seemingly annoyed at being interrupted, she asked impatiently, "Yes? What’s the matter?"

I handed her the documents. "Hello, here are your documents."

She took the documents with a puzzled look, but after scanning the contents, her expression cleared. She casually flipped through the documents in the folder, "These are my boyfriend's documents..."

After handing her the documents, I was about to leave when she called out her boyfriend's name into the house. "Baldwin, your urgent documents are here..."

A voice quickly responded from inside. "Bring them in for me, they're quite important for a meeting later. I'll take a shower first."

The voice froze me in my tracks. It was all too familiar, so much so that I could almost picture the expression of the person speaking. Before I could react, a box was thrown out from inside.

Baldwin's voice came again from inside the house, "Oh, by the way, get someone to buy a few more of these..."

The empty box rolled on the ground and stopped at the girl's feet. She bent down to pick it up and then tossed the box at me. "Please buy a few more of these for us, we need them urgently..."

"I'm allergic to silicone, make sure to get the hyaluronic acid ones."

"When you come back with them, I'll add two thousand dollars to your tip."

I stiffly bowed my head, saw the bold letters “Durex” on the box, and felt a tightness in my throat, breathing as if forcibly restrained.