Ex-girlfriend Asks For ReconciliationChapter 1

At her birthday party, someone teased my girlfriend, Natalya Patton, asking, "Who do you think is more unforgettable? Your ex or your current boyfriend?"

After hesitating for a moment, Natalya replied, "My ex."

Taking such an opportunity, her ex asked, "If you were not with Kendall Powell, would I have a chance?"

In a low voice, Natalya answered, "Yes."

Everyone was shocked by the conversation, looking at me sympathetically. They all thought that I would fly into a rage on the spot.

But I said calmly, "Since the situation has come to this, why don't you two get back together?"

***

Late at night, it was raining heavily. It was on the eve of our wedding.

I was discussing the wedding arrangements with Natalya.

But her cell phone rang. Her ex-boyfriend, Spencer Horne, had just been divorced. He was crying his heart out.

Without hesitation, Natalya changed her clothes and embraced the heavy rain to comfort Spencer.

I stopped her, but she left resolutely.

Looking at the pouring rain outside, I dialed her number to persuade her to return. She scolded me for being too controlling, accusing me of being inconsiderate. Then she hung up the phone.

I came to the balcony and looked into the night. Through the pouring rain and lightning, I felt that the whole world had become silent.

After five years, our relationship was on the verge of bearing fruit. Everything I cared about probably was not as important as her ex-boyfriend.

Soon, Natalya sent a message. [I will marry you, but Spencer needs me more now.]

The next morning, Natalya called, asking me to pick her up by car.

I ignored her and hung up the phone directly.

Three days later, my mother called, saying that Natalya was crying at her place and asking me to go there quickly to apologize to Natalya.

I answered briefly, "Got it."

...

Without much explanation, I hung up the phone.

In the past, whenever we had a conflict, Natalya would complain to my mom, saying that I bullied her. My mom would help her.

Back then, no matter how unhappy I was, as long as she did so, coupled with my mom scolding me, I would give in and take the initiative to apologize to her.

But when I apologized, she would look smug, saying, "Do you know you're wrong? Will you dare to do it again next time?"

Afterward, she would give me some petty gifts to dissipate my dissatisfaction.