I rented a place for him, provided for his food and drink like a mother, and supported him emotionally as he prepared for a second attempt. Predictably, he failed again.

By then, I was in my senior year. He told me graduate schools were too hard to get in, and after two years of trying, he still hadn't succeeded. He suggested I should join him in taking the civil service exam since my senior year had fewer classes. He proposed we apply for the same position so we could commute together and enjoy a nine-to-five life.

So, for an entire year, I accompanied him to the library every day, taking care of his needs like a personal assistant. I helped him gather job information and organize study materials, fearful of wasting any of his study time.

Looking back now, I realize that convincing me to apply for the same job was just a way to exploit my free labor.

Later, when the exam results came out, I scored first, and he scored third. The position only had two openings. Although he made it to the interview, his lower written exam score left him with little chance of success.

That day, he knelt at my feet, rubbing my hand but not meeting my eyes. "Josephine, I feel so useless. It's been a year since graduation, and I've achieved nothing. I don't have the face to go home and meet your parents."

I thought he was lowering his head in shame for not being able to provide a good life for me. So, to help him succeed, I willingly gave up my interview opportunity. Only later did I realize he was avoiding my gaze because he was hiding his calculating and deceitful eyes.

He eventually succeeded in the exam with the second-highest score and, the next day, broke up with me.

I looked at Jack, standing in front of me three years later. It seemed like he hadn't changed at all. I turned away and left without saying a word.

As soon as I got home, I saw a friend request from him "I really have my reasons. Please forgive me.

"My mom made me do it back then. She thought you didn't have a stable job and weren't good enough for me.

"Now that you've got yourself sorted out, she definitely won't stand in our way. Can we start over?"

I couldn't help but frown. It seemed he had changed—he'd gotten bolder and more disgusting. How could he think I would still be hung up on him?

I immediately blocked him and had no intention of responding.