"Paisley, get up. Don't be sad. The bastards might be watching you from above. Are you going to let Ian and that bitch off so easily?"
I suddenly raised my head, with my eyes burning with anger.
Why would I let this couple off so easily?
Ian and I were engaged.
A simple cancellation of the engagement could not make up for the love I had invested in the past five years.
His words would not save my life.
"Maria, you are right."
I wiped my tears and looked up at the 20th floor, Ian's home.
In the past few years since graduation, Ian had made a lot of money just as he promised.
He had a small company with an annual income of over a million dollars.
However, he was no longer the man who was kind to me and said he would let me live a good life!
I gritted my teeth and said to Maria.
"I won't let them have it easy!"
"Paisley, don't think about it! Let's go. I'll take you to have fun."
Maria was satisfied to see that I had regained my spirits, and pulled me into the car.
"Let's go! We will be drunk tonight!"
My life was now in countdown.
In the past, because of Ian, I never went out to play.
Now, I would go to drink now!
Maria was the queen of nightclubs. Under her leadership, I didn't have to worry about being harassed.
"Come on, Paisley. Drink some orange juice. Let's forget the past! From now on, no matter whether we live or die, at least we have to live in the present!"
Maria took pity on me because I had a brain injury and tried to stop me from drinking.
But I wanted to drink tonight.
Years of memories had tortured me so much that I felt like dying. If I didn't drink to relieve my sorrow, I would die of depression.
I took the wine glass that Maria had placed behind her and clinked it with hers.
"You're right. My life is limited. There's no need to waste it on irrelevant people! Come on, drink!"
After saying that, I finished the cocktail in the glass in one gulp.
Maria's eyes flickered, but in the end she said nothing.
She knew that I had loved Ian sincerely all these years!
So she knew the calmer I pretend to be, the more devastated I was inside.
After three or four glasses of wine, I started to feel dazed. Under the flickering light, my thoughts were drawn away again.
In my memory, Ian still seemed to be the man who never fought back when I hit him, and who always loved me.
I remembered I had a conflict with my family and was in a bad mood.
I didn't contact Ian when I returned to university.