Ending My Seven-Year Relationship with My Secret BoyfriendBOOK1-Chapter 1
For seven years, I had been in a secret relationship with my brother’s best friend, Jason Ramirez.
One night, after drinking, he looked at me with a playful smirk and said, “Zoey, I’ll find you a better man. Stop clinging to me, okay?”
I replied calmly and obediently, “Alright.”
It was because, in a past life, I had refused his suggestion and insisted on marrying him. After our wedding, Jason ignored me, deliberately distanced himself, and made me feel invisible.
Even when I was eight months pregnant and suffered severe bleeding after a car accident, he was attending a concert with his heartbroken secretary, Shairine, enjoying her favorite band.
It was only then I realized—he was someone else’s salvation, but he was never meant to be my soulmate.
—
When I said “alright,” Jason froze in place. He hadn’t expected me to agree so readily.
The dim light of the private lounge cast soft shadows. His handsome face was tinged with an unusual flush, but his eyes remained clear, showing no sign of drunkenness.
I sat composedly, my posture graceful and polite, a faint smile gracing my lips as I looked at him.
At that instant, his earlier laziness vanished. Jason straightened his back and asked with a solemn expression, “Zoey, did you hear what I just said?”
I nodded. “I heard you clearly.”
In the past, whenever he said something like this, I would pout, act playful, and beg him not to bring it up again.
But now, my emotions were as calm as still water, as if I were merely a spectator watching a scene unfold, untouched and unmoved.
“Zoey, you...”
Before he could finish, my brother Yves returned from stepping outside. He entered with a teasing grin. “Guess who I just saw outside?”
Without waiting for a response, Yves continued, “I saw your ex-girlfriend. She seems drunk and was being helped into another lounge—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Jason shot up from his seat and strode out of the room. Moments later, the sound of commotion and shattering glass echoed from the hallway.
I remained in my seat, unfazed, casually eating the peeled tangerines from the fruit platter.
Jason liked fruit but hated peeling it. Every time, I would carefully peel it for him and place it in front of him, and only then would he take a few bites.