“But… after thinking for a long time, I realized I really do love you. I’m trying to make things right with your brother-in-law, but my heart only belongs to you.”
“Still, I understand you were just young and foolish and I’m willing to help you change. Please text me when you see this, Nathan. We still have to choose our wedding venue.”
She didn’t know that I was right beside her, listening.
I gave a bitter smile.
Winona… We’ve been together for ten years.
Ten years and that’s still not enough for you to know my heart? How could a few words from someone else erase the ten years you’ve known me?
Late into the night, Winona still couldn’t sleep. She kept scrolling through our old messages. The man who used to reply in less than ten minutes was now completely silent.
“Winona?” Seeing her put on her coat and head out in the middle of the night, Justin called out curiously.
“Nathan wouldn’t stay silent this long. I’m worried something bad happened to him. I’m going to find Walter and Mike.”
“Wait,” Justin said, grabbing her arm. His expression hesitated, uncertain. “Actually…”
He sighed, then let go. “Forget it. Go if you want.”
“What is it?” she frowned.
“It’s nothing…”
“Is it about Nathan?”
“No, really, it’s nothing.”
“Tell me!” After a moment of silence and a few tugs on her hand, Justin finally pressed his lips together and sighed.
“You’re worried about him in the middle of the night, but he’s busy having fun with his ex.”
A fake video of me and my ex-girlfriend appeared on Justin’s phone. The moment Winona saw it, her face turned pale, then flushed red with shock.
Justin quickly pulled his phone back. “If it weren’t because you insisted, I wouldn’t even show you this… He hurt me so badly. And I still can’t bring myself to hate him.”
Winona went back to her room with clenched fists. Her eyes were red with anger and heartbreak.
She opened my chat window and coldly typed, [Let’s break up. You don’t deserve me.]
I stood not far away, fists clenched just as tightly. “Alright…”
The next day was Justin’s birthday.
No one seemed to care where I had gone. Only my sister, Isabel, looked restless, with dark circles shadowing her eyes.
She stood beside Winona, watching the stream of guests pour into the hall. “Has my brother messaged you lately?”
Winona didn’t speak. She just handed over the phone. The moment Isabel saw the video, her face hardened.