At 9 a.m., the proposal venue was finally set up with the help of our mutual friends.
I felt extremely satisfied imagining the surprised expression on Christa's face later.
Beep…
My phone beeped three times and then it was hung up.
I thought maybe Christa accidentally hit the wrong button, so I made the second and third calls.
But my fifth call still got hung up.
I started to get a little anxious.
After we got together, Christa became very busy, and I understood her.
After all, Christa was already a somewhat famous star in her junior year.
But I was sure that Christa did not have any work today.
My roommate Matthew Gomez patted my shoulder and asked with concern, "What happened?"
I waved my hand and replied, "It's okay. She should be busy."
Being an artist would meet many unexpected situations.
Sure enough, Christa sent me a message: [Busy.]
I planned to call her when she was free.
I waited for her until noon, with the June sun scorching the earth and my body soaked in sweat.
Even the carefully selected bouquet started to wilt.
Passing classmates began to whisper.
I was getting a little anxious, so I was about to activate the second plan.
My phone rang. It was my mom.
On the other end of the line, she was crying and gasping for breath.
From her fragmented words, I finally understood what she was saying.
My grandpa fell and was currently being treated in the hospital.
After that, my fingers holding the phone became stiff.
I ran out of the campus at the fastest speed possible and got in a taxi.
When I arrived at the hospital, my grandpa was still being rescued.
"Your grandpa's biggest wish is to see you get married. He even said during the day that he wanted to take care of your child..."
My mother sat on the bench in the hospital, suppressing her tears and speaking in pain.
I squatted on the ground, covering my face with both hands.
My grandpa was old and had always been in poor health. He had a caregiver beside him when he went up and down the stairs.
But this time he fell directly from the second floor to the first floor.
After a while, the doctor came out.
Looking at him shaking his head heavily, I felt like I was suffocating.
"Family members, come over. The old man still has something to say."
I walked forward, holding my grandpa's hand trembling.
I wiped away my tears and said, "Grandpa, you haven't seen me get married and start a family yet. Hold on, please hold on."
I hurriedly took out my phone and called Christa. I wanted to reassure my grandpa and fulfill his last wish.
As I listened to the mechanical voice coming from my phone, I was burning with anxiety.
Just as the call was about to end, Christa finally answered. "Christa, can you come to the hospital? My grandpa is not doing well."
But the response I got was erotic gasps. I immediately understood what was happening on the other end.
The call was hung up, and then a WhatsApp message came.
[I told you I'm busy. Why are you calling? Aren't you annoying? Can't you consider my feelings? You're just a clown who can't even show your face.
[I agreed to be your girlfriend, not to be sold to you. Take care of your family problem on your own. It has nothing to do with me.]
I was stunned for a moment.
I felt like I fell into hell again.
"Dylan, Dylan, come quickly. Grandpa is not doing well."
I hung up the phone and when I ran to my grandpa, he had already left.
I was crying uncontrollably while lying on top of him.
I had a blank mind. The person who loved me the most was gone, and I couldn't even fulfill his last wish.
I couldn't even make him die in peace.
When I turned my phone on again, I received tons of WhatsApp messages.
I browsed the messages Matthew had sent me.
The top one was a screenshot of Christa's Instagram post, taken at the time she answered my call.
The caption said: [People come and go, but luckily, you have always been there for me.]
In the photo, Christa was leaning against the head of the bed, cuddling in the arms of her bromeo Joseph Lockwood. There were suspicious red marks on her exposed skin.
A discerning person could tell what had happened at a glance.
[She was so excited that she forgot to block me. Dylan, where are you? We'll be right there with you.
[I guess she has realized it now. The post has been deleted from her Instagram.]
Christa forgot to block many people this time. Many friends sent me "congratulations" messages.
I turned off my phone without expression.
I had long suspected that the relationship between Christa and Joseph was not simple, but Christa said they were just good friends every time.
Over time, I began to think it was all in my imagination.
But now, I had a splitting headache.
Within a day, I lost the person who loved me the most, and the person I loved betrayed me.
2I immersed myself in sadness for several days and finally finished handling my grandpa's funeral.
Only then did my mind start to be clear.
During that period, Christa didn't call me once, and I didn't contact her either.
The dorm manager had started urging me to pick up my luggage. When I arrived at school with dark eye circles, many passing classmates pointed at me and whispered about me.
Everyone knew that I had been pursuing Christa for the past few years, and yesterday's proposal venue I set up made me well-known.
Almost the entire school knew that the female lead of the proposal not only didn't come but also had cuckolded me.
As expected, I was surrounded as soon as I arrived at the dorm. Fortunately, Matthew locked the door in time.
Everyone in the dorm was busy with their things, and no one spoke for a while.
Just as I was about to finish packing up, my phone rang. It was Christa.
I hung up and blocked her number directly, then continued packing.
Afterward, Matthew handed me his phone. I glanced at it and hung up directly.
"Not bad, Dylan."
I remained silent, and in a short while, Christa had called all the people in my dorm.
Helpless, I had no choice but to answer the phone.
"Dylan Baker, what do you mean? That day, I was really busy..."
"Let's get to the point."
"Are you guys picking up your luggage today? I have to work and I can't go. Can you help Joseph get his? He has been in poor health since he was young and can't carry such heavy things.
"And get my things too. Will you?"
Before she finished speaking, I hung up directly and returned the phone to Luke Turner.
"Not bad, Dylan. You finally act like a man."
I didn't say anything. I was holding the garbage ready to throw it downstairs, but as soon as I opened the door, I heard Joseph and another boy talking.
"Joseph, you're really amazing. This time you've tricked Dylan. He must never have expected that he would be a part of your relationship with Christa."
"Huh, Christa is just playing with his emotions. If it weren't for him being obedient and giving gifts, Christa wouldn't even bother with him. He's a poor boy who wants a fairy-like girl. How ridiculous!"
To train me, my parents made me earn my tuition and living expenses in college.
So, I gave them the wrong impression, making them think I was a poor boy.
"Now everyone knows that Dylan is just a simp for Christa."
"Didn't you see how cowardly Dylan was? His girlfriend was with someone else, but he did nothing and just walked away with his head down, hahaha."
After Joseph finished speaking, the two of them stood in the corridor laughing.
I clenched my fists, with the sounds from that day echoing in my mind.
Just then, Joseph saw me and walked straight toward me.
"Did Christa just tell you to come and help me with my luggage?
"I was talking to you. Didn't you hear me? Do you still want to be with Christa or not..."
Before he finished speaking, I swung a punch at him.
He looked at me in disbelief.
"What are you doing? Believe me, I will tell Christa about it."
As soon as I heard that name, I couldn't help it anymore. I kicked him to the ground and sat on him in no time.
I grabbed his neck tightly, my eyes bloodshot.
Watching him struggle desperately, I only had one thought, to kill him.
"You and Christa are really a perfect match. You two better be together forever and not harm others."
Those in the corridor were dumbfounded by the situation.
The guy who was talking to Joseph just now came over to separate us, pushing me to the ground. Matthew and the others heard it and ran out of our dorm.
In a moment, the corridor was in chaos.
And there was only one thought in my mind.
I wanted Christa and Joseph to pay the price. I wanted them to have a taste of being betrayed by their loved ones and feel worse than death.
3In the end, this farce ended only when the police intervened.
After making a statement with the police, I must find someone to bail me out.
This time, I was in a pickle. My family had been very depressed recently because of my grandpa's death.
After thinking about it, I made a phone call.
Then, I sat on a bench in the corridor of the police department, waiting quietly.
The scene of the years between Christa and me kept playing in my mind.
I deserved the current situation.
"Oh, how impressive! You even got the police involved when you broke up."
The person who came was my neighbor Della Stewart. We grew up together since we were young.
At that time, she was the first to disagree when I pursued Christa. Since I got together with Christa, I hadn't been in contact with her much.
"Ouch."
Della deliberately poked the wound on my face with her finger and said, "You should have listened to my advice."
I knew I was in the wrong, so I didn't say anything.
Just as we walked out of the police department, we happened to run into Christa and Joseph at the entrance.
Joseph was much more seriously injured than me, at least at first glance.
He was leaning on Christa's shoulder and when he saw me, he showed a victorious smile.
Christa was looking at Joseph with a heartbroken expression.
I couldn't help but get angry when I saw the scumbag and bitch.
I clenched my fists, realizing it was not the right time to confront them at the police department entrance. I was about to walk past them.
"Dylan, are you out of your mind? Joseph has always been in bad health. Come at me if you have a problem with him."
Christa looked at Joseph with distress, then turned her head and stared at me fiercely.
"Apologize to Joseph quickly. Otherwise, we will be done for."
I didn't bother to deal with her, a clown to me, ready to leave with Della.
"I knew it, you two have an unusual relationship. You started dating before we even broke up," Christa said sarcastically, then looked at Della. "You're an easy woman, flirting with someone else's boyfriend. Have you no manners?"
With a snap, the short-fused Della, unable to bear it any longer, went up to slap Christa.
"Show me some respect! You just came out of the police department and you still want to go back in? Only the one who cheats knows. Who are you to judge me?"
Looking at the affectionate behaviors between Joseph and Christa, I instantly felt my stomach churn.
I stared at them fiercely, then I pulled Della and walked away. When we reached the roadside, I couldn't hold on any longer and leaned against an electric pole, vomiting uncontrollably.
"Oh my god, you're kidding? This is so exaggerated."
"What are you going to do next?" Della handed me the water.
We had been playing together since we were little, and we knew each other the best. She knew that I seemed easy to get along with, but in reality, I held grudges easily.
I curled my lips and said, "Of course, it's to make them unable to escape and ruin their reputation."
Then, I asked Della to help me investigate Christa. I used to respect Christa, but now it was important to know her to beat her.
I arrived at my family's company to report for duty that afternoon. My family made a fortune in real estate and caught a good opportunity. My grandpa made a lot of money in his era.
After my dad took over the company, its business covered various industries.
Christa's star road had been so smooth, all thanks to the resources I had got her behind the scenes.
With no background or connections, Christa, who just entered the entertainment industry, wanted to take shortcuts...
At first, I couldn't bear to see her do such things, so I used the resources at home.
I directly contacted a marketing account and posted the blue movie that Christa had just made when she entered the industry as well as the photo of her with a famous director when she first debuted.
After all, she was now portraying herself as a pure college girl.
Sure enough, there was an instant wave of criticism online, and Christa immediately clarified the rumor overnight.
She even called me, but I hung up directly and blocked and deleted her number.
Then, the wife of the famous director posted an article overnight, instantly confirming that Christa was the other woman.
Christa was directly dropped from the second tier to the fourth tier.
The effect was remarkable, but it was just an appetizer I served to Christa.
Counterattack.