Bernice was stunned and then stammered: "This...this photo, where... where did you get it?"
"It was sent by you."
"It's impossible... No... I understand. This must be Ryan's prank. It must be!" Bernice explained, "That night, he only stayed in the tent with me for a few minutes. I swear to God that we didn't do anything at all!"
"Well, is that so?" I asked coldly, "Then what were you doing when I called you the next morning?"
"We... we are climbing a mountain."
As she spoke, her eyes flickered and she didn't dare to look me in the eye.
"Don't quibbled. I'm not a child. Your pants can't fool me."
I put away my phone and said: "We're done. Please don't come to the company to harass me again."
Then I turned around and left the reception room without any hesitation.
After the door closed, Bernice's sobs came from the room.
In the days of our relationship, I had promised many times that I would take good care of her in this life and not let her suffer any grievances or shed a tear.
And I made it.
In the end, in order to seek the so called freedom, she hurt me so badly.
Since my sincerity could not be exchanged for her heart, letting go was the best way to get relief.
Now that I heard her crying, but I feel nothing. There was not any worry in my heart. I was even a little surprised that I had no emotion.
If it were in the past, I would have came to her and comforted her many times.
In the end, Bernice left. The girl at the reception secretly told me that Bernice left with her eyes red and swollen from crying, which was a little scary.
Hearing this, I only smiled faintly.
When I got off work, my colleagues invited me to karaoke to drink something .
In the past, when I meet such things, I never participated because I had to go home to accompany my girlfriend.
But today is different. I'm single. I can do whatever I want.
Bernice's visit to company made everyone vaguely guessed what was going on with us, but they did not ask any questions.
It was already past eleven o'clock when I went out from karaoke. It was raining heavily outside. My colleagues, who were drunk, proposed to go upstairs to have some fun and even bring me together.
At about one o'clock in the morning, I finally returned home and saw a petite figure curled up at the door. When I turned on the light, I found it was Bernice, who was soaked all over.