In the past, Clara had created fake relationships, pretending to have ambiguous interactions with others on social media platforms.
She said it was a company requirement and that it was common in the entertainment industry. She hoped I would support her career.
Although I was unhappy, I expressed understanding. As long as Clara didn't take any excessive actions, I wouldn't say anything.
Tonight, she not only broke our agreement but also kissed Jackson in public.
And he was her first love!
I once asked Clara, "Will you abandon me for someone from the past?"
She smiled and replied, "Don't ask these messed up questions. It will make people feel annoyed."
Perhaps I should have understood earlier that avoiding the question was a kind of attitude.
Knock! Knock!
Clara knocked on the door outside and said, "Darling, what happened with Jackson tonight was also arranged by the company.
I bought you a gift and put it on the coffee table.
The company just notified me that I have an interview, so I have to go out first. I want to eat pancakes with fresh fruit tomorrow morning, so remember to prepare it."
She clearly said that she would cancel all arrangements.
She promised that she would hold my hand and walk me from the dark alley to the spotlight.
Didn't she remember anything now?
Clara, was your memory getting worse because of Jackson?
After I finished taking a shower, I saw a watch on the coffee table in the living room.
"Take something that others don't want and give it to me as a gift?
Clara, you don't even care to give me a proper apology."
I threw the watch into the trash can and went back to the bedroom. I intended to sleep, but my headache kept me awake. So, I played with my phone and ended up watching Clara's interview video.
Jackson was also there.
They fed each other fruits and showed their affection, smiling happily and talking about their college days.
The comments section was full of praise, calling them a perfect match made in heaven.
I sent Clara another message, making my stance clear. "It's over. Let's get a divorce."
I threw my phone aside, gave my head a few light thumps with my hand, and took three more painkillers. Only then did I start to feel some relief.
"Javier Foster, is it worth suffering this lifelong illness for Clara?
Were you so cheap before?" I asked myself.
Clara was my childhood sweetheart and always remained a school beauty.