After all, they were well aware that I had been the one to pursue Oliver initially and had invested the most in our relationship.
I smiled and stood up. "I'm sorry, but I just remembered that I have something to deal with. I got to go."
With that, I left the private room.
After leaving the hotel, I wandered alone on the bustling street, recalling our shared past.
Oliver was very nice to me before Heather returned from abroad.
He fulfilled all my fantasies of what a perfect boyfriend should be and would give me everything I desired.
However, deep down, I always felt like something was missing in our relationship.
It was when Heather returned and I saw Oliver postponing his plan to pick her up that I realized I had never truly been his priority.
But it was he who had said he wanted to be with me forever.
Bitterness welled up in my heart, causing my eyes to turn slightly red.
Just then, a club not far away came into view.
Thinking it was still early, I went to get a small private room for myself.
Indulging myself into fun was a way of commemorating my foolish and lost love.
When my voice became hoarse from singing and I walked out slowly, it was already dark.
The bustling streets became deserted.
I was about to take a taxi to leave when a familiar car stopped in front of me.
The window of the back seat gradually rolled down, revealing Heather's smiling face before my eyes.
Under the dim street lights, I could clearly see the man sitting next to her.
Oliver, with his eyes closed, was napping, leaning back in the seat. He appeared relaxed and at ease.
He had never been like that in front of me.
"Amelia, it's late. Why don't you take our car back?" Heather suggested.
I gave her a cold gaze and refused, "No. It'll make me sick."
Heather's smile wavered when she heard my words. She looked at me with a half-smile and remarked, "How can you say that? If Oliver were to hear it, he would be hurt."
"Good then. You can keep his company and give him some comfort," I retorted mockingly.
I didn't bother to argue with her, so I walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.
Just as I got in the car, Kelly called.
The moment I answered, her voice came through, filled with anger.
"Amelia, have you really broken up with Oliver?"
"Anything wrong?" I asked.