But everyone thought I was genuinely angry this time and looked at me with disdain.
Luna frowned and said, "Levi, how many times do I have to tell you? It's just a game! You take everything too seriously. It's so boring."
She continued. "Just keep cooking. You're narrow-minded and jealous, making things uncomfortable for everyone."
Fraser, looking pleased, provocatively picked up a crayfish I had prepared, shelled it, and put it on Luna's plate.
"Levi, you go ahead. I'll take good care of Luna."
It was my birthday party, and I was wiped out from cooking. Meanwhile, my girlfriend was out there kissing and flirting with another guy, while the guests enjoyed their food and watched me make a fool of myself.
Thinking about it made me feel pathetic and ridiculous.
But everyone thought I should stay quiet in the kitchen and serve them, and not come out.
In the past, I would have flipped the table and yelled at everyone.
Then, things would have ended badly.
Luna would have said I was narrow-minded and not very generous, expressing her disappointment because my actions killed the vibe and showed a lack of trust.
Then she would have smashed the house and gone into a cold war with me, even deliberately meeting Fraser every day and letting me know.
When I groveled and begged for her forgiveness, she would condescend to question me, making me admit that I was possessive, demanding unconditional trust and obedience.
I was brainwashed severely. In situations like today, I would subconsciously question if I was overthinking.
But I firmly knew it wasn't my fault.
Perhaps our relationship was unequal from the very beginning.
In college, she was an extraordinarily pure campus belle, a goddess, while I was just a bookworm.
Countless people sent her flowers and tried to win her favor, declaring their love in various ways.
Even many rich kids from outside the school would flaunt their luxury cars at the school gate to vie for her attention. No matter how much they spent, Luna was never interested.
She said that love was pure and beautiful; it should not be tainted by any foul substances.
I was just a bookworm. Growing up in a single-parent family and being weak, I was often bullied and beaten by the boys around me. So, I'd always been solitary and out of sync with others.