Cheating Scumbag, Break Off the EngagementChapter 1
Shortly before Valentine's Day, my boyfriend, Jack Yoxall, had spent a considerable amount on a custom-made diamond necklace.
However, on the actual day, he presented me only with a bouquet of roses.
As he gave them to me, he casually remarked, "We've been at this a long time, right? Let's dial it back—these roses are all you need."
Late that night, I stumbled upon a post from his secretary, Liz McKibben—she was flaunting that very necklace.
I felt a cold wave inside me, and when I confronted him, he retorted, "She's on her own, felt a bit sorry for her—is that a crime?"
I sarcastically fired back, "Oh, feeling sorry? Maybe you should just hand yourself over!"
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After my comment, he paused his activity, his expression turning stern and cold as he met my gaze.
"Ginny, what's this about? You're freaking out over a necklace?"
He stood up, pointing towards our bedroom, and continued sharply, "When have I ever forgotten to get you a gift for any holiday?"
"Who do you think has been buying all the perfumes, necklaces, and designer bags you parade around in?"
"Are you seriously melting down over a necklace? Thinking about breaking up?"
"Why can't you be cool like Liz? Do you know how much she'd value these stuff you're wearing? Aren't still you satisfied?"
His voice boomed across the living room. At the mention of Liz, my hands on my thighs tightened involuntarily, a surge of sadness engulfing me.
It was the usual pattern.
Each disagreement invariably returned to that woman.
Clenching my dry lips, I managed a faint smile, "I'm the one who's not cool? I'm not the satisfied one?"
"Jack, am I to blame for Liz McKibben's misfortune? Is it my responsibility to ensure her life is plush?"
My voice grew louder, "Yet here you are, supposedly my boyfriend, who has never spontaneously treated me the way you did her with that necklace!"
"Go ask anyone! Who's being unreasonable, me or you? You've never cared about how I feel!"
After saying this, I stared at him intently, my sense of injustice growing.
I remembered the previous Valentine's Day.
We had meticulously planned to visit South Beach in Drekrand.
Excitedly, I had prepared everything the day before.
But then he abruptly informed me he couldn't make it.
It felt as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over me. I asked him why, my heart sinking.