"We were about to get married, and you say we're breaking up..." Frank got agitated, his deep eyes showing a mix of anger and disappointment. "I always thought you were different from other girls, rational, but I didn't expect you to be so unreasonable."
I laughed coldly, "What do you think a rational girl looks like? Should I clap and cheer when I see my boyfriend wooing another woman?"
"I told you, it was complicated. With so many people teasing, she was embarrassed. If I had refused, wouldn't that have made things awkward for her?"
He didn't realize where he went wrong.
To be precise, he thought he did it right.
I looked at him. "Yes, that was your choice. I have no right to interfere. Similarly, you have no right to interfere with my choices."
Frank impatiently scratched his head. "I've explained this to you several times, why do you insist on dwelling on this issue?"
That day, when Frank put the ring on Tracy, I was having dinner with my colleagues, and quite a few of them witnessed the scene.
Frank used to pick me up after work often, so everyone knew he was my boyfriend.
When they saw that, their looks at me were filled with sympathy and awkwardness.
I desperately tried to cover up, wanting to speak for him, to say that things weren't as they seemed.
However, before I could say anything, Tracy tiptoed and planted a kiss on his cheek.
Frank froze for a moment but didn't push her away.
That was when I knew it was over between us.
Now, seeing him angry, I felt no waves of emotion, only a slight urge to laugh.
"Since we can't stand each other now, there's no point in holding on to it. Let's not waste each other's time," I said, feeling incredibly relieved.
Last month, when our parents met, they suggested we get the marriage certificate before the wedding.
But I insisted on having the wedding first, so even if we broke up now, there wouldn't be any legal or property disputes.
I rummaged through my bag and handed over the keys to his house. "I've already moved out my things. If anything's left, just throw it away. Here are the keys."
Frank didn't take them, he was angry.
Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang. The caller ID showed Tracy's name clearly.
He hesitated a bit, then looked up at me.
Being close, I could see the name flashing on his phone screen.
"Answer it. Maybe she needs something from you."
After a moment's hesitation, he answered the call in front of me.