Ashley smashed everything in the bedroom, including the first photo we had taken together.
After smashing them, she finally calmed down and said something harsh.
"Fine! I'll leave! Don't beg me to come back!"
After Ashley left, the bedroom returned to peace.
I glanced at the messy house, feeling a headache.
Ashley knew how to disgust me.
Each time we had a quarrel, she would mess up the house. Being a tidy person, I had no choice but to clean it up myself.
I had been doing this for five years.
I picked up the broken photo frame on the floor, hardly noticing the scratch on my index finger.
The two people in the photo album were hugging each other tightly, their smiles radiating sweetness. However, we could never go back to those moments.
From the moment I first met Ashley, I was captivated by her smile and fell in love with her deeply.
Her smile had the power to light up a room, radiating warmth and cuteness.
I had been secretly enamored with her for five years.
Unfortunately, she had always been infatuated with another man named Isaac.
I didn't mind and silently remained by her side for five years.
After Isaac went abroad, she proposed to date me.
At that time, I felt that I was the happiest person in the world.
In the first three years of our relationship, we were in love, and I noticed that Ashley was dependent on me.
I thought our happiness could last forever.
However, as soon as Isaac returned from abroad, I began to notice that she was coming home later and later. I finally realized that her heart had always belonged to him.
She started lying to me, saying she was out for business dinners. However, every time she was drunk, Isaac would take her back.
Isaac even asked me, her boyfriend, to take good care of her.
How ridiculous!
It appeared I was the other man.
I had mentioned many times that they should pay attention to boundaries. However, Ashley perceived it as me impeding her social life, resulting in our relationship becoming increasingly tense.
I began to brainwash myself to believe her, but what about her?
When I was carefully preparing for our anniversary, she appeared in another man's bed. I caught her cheating, yet she denied it.
This relationship should have ended long ago. I had been deceiving and touching myself one-sidedly.
The following morning, I called a locksmith and had the door lock changed.