The Awakening of Independent WomenChapter 1

I was Sibley Pascall. On my birthday, my mom bought me a Chanel bag I'd been longing for.

But my boyfriend, Gerald Geis, was furious when he saw the bag.

"You spent 10,000 dollars on a bag? My mom only makes 400 dollars a month. She'd have to work for two years to earn that much. Sibley, I can't believe how materialistic and spendthrift you are!"

"Return the bag! Save the money! I'll buy you one online. It'll only cost me a few bucks, and it even comes with free shipping. It's just a bag."

I was shocked.

I retorted, "I don't care how much your mom makes a month. I didn't spend your money. Why are you so furious?"

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Gerald was a senior above me.

He was tall, handsome, cheerful, and good at socializing. He was very popular in school.

We got together because he pursued me.

He pursued me relentlessly for a year.

I thought he was nice, so I agreed.

We had been together for six months and had never argued. I always thought he was gentle, except now he was losing his cool.

Sensing that I was angry, he immediately softened his tone and apologized to me.

"Sibley, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Don't be upset."

He wanted to come and hug me, but I directly pushed him away.

He ruined my good mood which lasted for the whole day.

"Anything else? If not, I'm going back to the dorm."

Saying that, I walked past him and left.

He grabbed me and put a pot of plant the size of a palm into my hand.

"Sibley, happy birthday."

I didn't want it, but when I saw the sincere look on his face, I accepted it.

"Thanks."

Back in the dorm, I put the plant on the table, washed up, went to bed, and watched a TV series on my tablet.

Gerald kept messaging me, but I ignored him.

At ten o'clock in the evening, I turned off the tablet and was about to go to sleep. My roommate, Myra Beck, glanced at me from time to time. Her gaze was resentful, and it seemed she had something to say.

I couldn't stand her look, so I asked her, "What's up?"

She hesitated for a few seconds and then said, "Sibley, Gerald said he's waiting for you downstairs."

It was pouring rain at this time.

I got out of bed and walked to the window to look down. Sure enough, Gerald was standing downstairs, already drenched totally.

I frowned, unable to describe my feelings.

To be honest, I didn't have much feelings for Gerald. I agreed to be with him because he was nice. That was all.