"Anna, what are you talking about?" John suddenly walked over and hugged me. He even smiled, his tone almost tender, a treatment I hadn’t received in years.
"I know I've neglected you, but I'm really trying to change. I was actually planning to propose to you today. I bought the ring, the one you liked. You always wanted our own wedding. I couldn't afford it then, but now I've got everything ready, even the wedding dress. Let's go see it together in a few days, okay?"
"John, I said we’re breaking up. I’m not joking," I ignored his eagerness.
John wanted to say more, but I didn’t want to hear it. I just said to him, "I’ve never wanted to break up with you because it was hard to win you over. I cherished what we had, so I thought giving more wasn’t a big deal. I even fantasized that one day, we’d truly be in love. But I was wrong. There’s only inequality between us and Emily."
"I swear, that night, I wasn’t with Emily."
I suddenly laughed, "John, sometimes people lie so much they start to believe it themselves. Do you know when I completely deleted Emily from my contacts? It was the day you didn’t come home, and she posted on ins the next day. In the corner of one of her photos, there was something left behind after your dating. I wanted to leave us both with some dignity, and I’m willing to make way for you two. What more do you want?"
John was stunned.
He looked at me and suddenly softened, "Anna, it only happened once, I swear. That day, you wouldn't go out with me. I was so upset that I crossed a line with Emily. When I realized it wasn't you, we stopped immediately. Anna, I know I was wrong, but I'll change."
"It's too late, John. I don't care anymore."
