My Boyfriend Left Me to Feed My Neighbor's Dog on Our AnniversaryChapter 1
On our tenth anniversary, I, Evelyn Powell, planned a special trip to the beach for my boyfriend, Oscar Evans, and me. I wanted it to be a celebration of our years together, something memorable.
As we drove, his phone rang. He picked it up without hesitation. It was our upstairs neighbor, Madeline Dunne. It had always been like this. I couldn’t help but glance at him, already frustrated by how much time he spent helping her with her dog.
Before I could say anything, he spoke hurriedly, “Stop the car! I need to go back and get dog food. Madeline's dog is starving to death!”
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, anger boiling in my chest.
“Is she your father? Are you really going to leave a pregnant woman on the side of the road for a dog?” I angrily bombarded my boyfriend with questions.
Oscar didn’t like my tone.
He frowned and spoke impatiently, "You’re so unreasonable."
Without warning, he grabbed the steering wheel, forcing the car to swerve into the emergency lane. He slammed on the brakes, leaving me alone. All of that was just to get dog food for Madeline’s dogs.
Little did we know, I ended up getting a miscarriage because of that. I eventually left him, only to win a lottery and get a man better than him.
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I, Evelyn Powell, drove for almost 7 hours with a heavily pregnant body. Finally, I arrived at the beach. My boyfriend, Oscar Evans, had promised me to go to the beach to celebrate our tenth anniversary. Besides, I already planned a special trip for us. So, it had to be perfect.
But the man kept playing with his phone all the way to the beach. In fact, he even fell asleep without doing much. To be honest, I was annoyed. But I couldn’t let that ruin our anniversary. Thus, I kept my cool.
As we drove, his phone rang. He picked it up without hesitation. It was our upstairs neighbor, Madeline Dunne.
Her voice was frantic as she said, “Oscar, Angie hasn’t eaten all day! She’s on a hunger strike. The dog food you bought is finished. Can you pick up another bag?”
It had always been like this. I couldn’t help but glance at him, already frustrated by how much time he spent helping her with her dog.
Before I could say anything, he spoke hurriedly, “Stop the car! I need to go back and get dog food. Madeline's dog is starving to death!”