Find Beauty After Leaving Wrong LoveChapter 1

Arturo Armstrong's neighbor, Esther Fields, fainted at our engagement party.

Arturo left me and took her to the hospital.

I handled the mess alone, and by the time I finished, it was already late at night. Then I saw Esther's post. [No matter what happens, in Arturo's heart, I always come first.]

I casually commented, [I wish you two happiness together.]

Then I blocked her.

I received a barrage of calls from Arturo in the middle of the night.

As soon as I picked up, I heard him accusing me over the phone.

"Lynne Reynold, what are you up to again? Why did you block Esther for no good reason? She fainted again because of that. Don't you know she's ill? I've told you so many times. Don't make her angry. She can't take it."

I put the neatly folded clothes into the suitcase and walked to the balcony.

Outside was pitch black and cold.

"Are you calling just to say this?"

Arturo paused, but then his righteous voice came. "Or what? Are you going to say something about me and her again? I've told you countless times. Esther is like a sister to me. If your sister got sick and fainted, wouldn't you be worried?"

I was tired of hearing these words. Now my heart was already numb.

"I should be worried."

Hearing my calm tone, Arturo asked me to add her back and then hung up.

Naturally, I didn't add her back.

It had been eight years since Arturo and I got together. From the beginning, I often heard about Esther. She was lovely, obedient, and a bit clingy.

At first, I thought she was Arturo's sister, but later I found out he was an only child. I thought Esther might be his cousin or something.

The year we graduated from college, we started working.

Esther came to the city where we worked for college.

Arturo told me that Esther's mother asked him to take care of Esther, who had congenital heart disease.

We worked regularly and sometimes overtime. When we were free on weekends, I'd go on a date with Arturo, but he always received Esther's calls.

The conversation was always about her feeling unwell, spraining her ankle, or catching a cold.

Whenever Arturo had free time, he would go to accompany her.

We argued about this countless times.

But I always looked forward to the future based on his assurances.

This time, I no longer look forward to it.

Early the next morning, Arturo's parents and aunts came over.