Friend C. [Just a lapdog. Even if Thomas cheated, she wouldn't have the guts to break up with him.]
Olivia. [What are you guys talking about? Thomas and I are just friends.]
A dull pain struck my chest again.
In fact, among the three of us, I seemed to be the extra one.
Thomas knew all of Olivia's preferences.
He knew what brand of clothes she liked, what flavor of food she liked, and what kind of movies she liked to watch.
But he knew nothing about my likes and dislikes.
Tears welled up in my eyes again.
I liked Olivia's post and left a comment.
[Olivia, do you often shop on second-hand websites?]
[Since you like taking what others have used, I'll give you Thomas. A useless piece of trash is just taking up space at home anyway.]
……
Thomas called as I was packing my luggage.
"Maya, if you have any grievances, take them out on me, okay? Leave Olivia out of it!"
Realizing this relationship was beyond repair.
I decided not to hold back.
"In the middle of the night, letting someone else's boyfriend stay at your place to tell you stories, then posting about it to show off!"
"What's this? Being a whore and wanting to be a saint?"
Thomas, probably never having seen this side of me, was stunned for a few seconds before anger surged within him.
"Maya, can't you talk more nicely?"
"There's nothing sordid between Olivia and me!"
"Delete those comments you posted and apologize to Olivia!"
I sneered and asked, "What if I refuse?"
Thomas said nothing more.
He hung up the phone and rushed back overnight.
He snatched my phone, logged into my WhatsApp, and deleted all the messages I had posted before stopping.
I looked at him quietly.
My already shattered heart turned completely cold at that moment.
"Thomas, let's break up."
Thomas, perhaps thinking I was playing hard to get, didn't take it seriously.
"I'll give you a week to think it over. Don't regret it and come crying for a reconciliation later!"
……
I packed my things and moved out of Thomas's place the next day.
Without the distraction of the relationship, I put all my energy into my work.
The boss said that if I could secure a particular deal, he would promote me to marketing director at the new company.
But because the competition was strong, the chances of success were slim.
I glanced at the client information.
Marlon, general manager of Bay Real Estate and Thomas's uncle.
I then looked at the competitor information.