When the Love for Him Fades AwayChapter 1
Samuel hated me so much. He only called me an old woman because I was seven years older than him.
Not only he tortured me, but also allowed his friends to be rude to me. It was because his drunk friend made him call me “Cathy."
I used to work closely with his father as his secretary and his father often called me “Cathy."
At first, everyone thought I would marry...
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"Hey," The woman lifted her calf slightly and her white foot rested on my knee.
She tilted her head drunkenly, her eyes blurred.
The lights were dim and there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air.
I felt no ripples in my heart, I just felt funny. It was so funny that he was having an affair with such a promiscuous woman.
She felt bored and wanted to pull her legs back, but I grabbed her ankles. Her ankle was slender, seeming like it could snap with just a little force.
My heart was pounding like a drum, but I forced myself to remain calm. "Are you sober now? You'd better recognize who I am.”
I couldn't afford to panic at this moment. I let go of her hand and added, "You had quite the nerve to get involved with my fiancé on the eve of my wedding."
The woman's pupils constantly dilated, her face visibly flushing red. But she only felt momentarily ashamed before changing her attitude. She spoke contemptuously, with a strange sense of superiority, "How come I didn't know Samuel was getting married?"
She leaned close to my cheek, provoking me with a direct stare, "I remember now, you're that old woman. If you can't hold onto your man before marriage, what will you do after getting married?"
I didn't answer and instead raised my hand, slapping her hard.
The force of the slap turned her head to the side and my fingers were trembling.
"Oh, did I hit a nerve?"
Just as she was about to hit back, a third person, who had been silent until now, got up from the bed.
The man grabbed a shirt and draped it over his bare body. Then, he seized the woman's wrist as she tried to retaliate and forcefully flung her hand away.
"Wina, stop messing around." He called her Wina.
I'd heard her name before. She was his new love, as young as him, with a face full of collagen.
What about me? What was I to him if I'm bound by marriage?
I suppressed my anger, tears already filling my eyes.
Before she left, the woman deliberately left her underwear on the messy bed. The black lace almost burned my eyes.