After He Cheated On Me, I Left ResolutelyChapter 1

Patrick and I had been dating for five years. On our fifth anniversary, which was also my birthday, he finally agreed to go abroad with me.

However, he didn't show up near the time of our departure. I called him, and he told me his father's old ailment had flared up and that he couldn't go with me, leaving me, someone who had never passed an English exam, alone.

That evening, I saw a photo posted by his childhood friend Samuel, showing Patrick busy in the kitchen.

[True love is when he will do anything for me.]

I knew my friends were waiting for my response.

I directly replied below the post. [Why don't you two get married?]

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Patrick knew my foreign language skills were always poor.

Initially, when he stood me up, I didn't mind or argue with him, as his father's old ailment often flared up, and I even reminded him to take good care of his father.

But it wasn't until Samuel posted on Twitter that I realized it was all an excuse. I immediately called him to question him.

As expected, his response was the same as always. "Have you had enough? We are just childhood friends who grew up together. There's nothing special between us. How could you think we are involved inappropriately?"

He angrily hung up the phone. I called back, but as expected, he didn't answer and he had blocked my number.

I spent a week alone in a foreign country, but luckily, the people there were very friendly.

On the sixth day, Patrick sent me a message. "Are you coming back tomorrow? I'll pick you up at the airport."

Looking at this conciliatory message, I wasn't as excited as I used to be.

In our five years of dating, I had always been the one to take the initiative. Every time we argued, no matter who was at fault, I always sought reconciliation. Over time, it seemed he had gotten used to it.

But he didn't know that this week's experience had made me rethink whether our relationship was worth continuing.

I thought about it and replied, "Whatever, if you're not available, don't force it."

Then I went for a beauty treatment and packed my things without paying attention to my phone.

Before bed, the phone rang. It was Patrick. I answered, "What's up?"

"Why didn't you reply to my message?"

I was taken aback. Patrick had never actively contacted me before, so I didn't pay attention today either.

I found an excuse, "I was busy."