He tried to explain, but I raised my hand to stop him, not wanting to hear any more.
Thomas and I met through a mutual friend.
He was good-looking and came from a good family. When he agreed to date me, I felt like I had struck gold.
For him, I gave up the opportunity to study abroad.
For him, I enrolled in various hobby classes during my free time, just to have common topics to talk about.
But I tried so hard to maintain a relationship.
At this moment, it was clearly extremely laughable.
……
After giving my statement at the police station, I went straight home.
Thomas followed me.
I ignored him, so he began sending me red envelopes non-stop.
He thought I would act like before.
I would forgive him easily.
"Baby, please don't be mad anymore, okay?"
"How about you hit me a few times to vent your anger?"
"I promise, next time I'll put you first. Please forgive me this time, okay?"
Thomas kept whispering in my ear.
He didn't care whether I was annoyed.
When I went into the bathroom to take a shower, he tried to follow. Seeing the bruises on my body, his eyes showed a hint of guilt and pain.
"Baby, I'm sorry."
He tried to hug me, but I pushed him away with all my strength.
"Get out, get out!"
When he tried to come closer again, I grabbed the bottle of shower gel from the shelf and hurled it at his head.
Thomas didn't dodge and got hit, a bump forming instantly.
He became furious.
"Enough is enough! I've been humbling myself to make you happy, what more do you want?"
I pointed at him, my hand trembling with anger.
"Get lost!"
Thomas, clutching his injured head, yelled back at me.
"You're being unreasonable!"
……
Thomas left and didn't come back that night.
In fact, I didn't care where he went.
But Olivia was eager for me to know.
She posted on her Instagram, clearly taunting me.
Olivia put. [Since I was five, my parents stopped telling me bedtime stories. But tonight, I heard one again. In his eyes, I'm still just a little girl.]
The accompanying picture was of a hand holding a storybook.
Others might not recognize it.
But I knew at a glance—it was Thomas's hand.
He barely bothered to comfort me, yet he had the patience to read Olivia a bedtime story.
The comparison was truly painful.
Her post quickly garnered numerous comments, almost all from people I knew.
Friend A. [Wow, so blatant! Aren't you afraid Ning will see this?]
Friend B. [If she dared to post it, she must have blocked Maya from seeing it.]