After a Year of Secret Romance, My Childhood Friend Persuaded Me to Find Another Man. I Did, and He Regretted ItChapter 2

After a night of passion, my legs were still shaky as I got dressed. But thinking of his delighted reaction when he saw me made me hurry.

After dressing, I shyly looked at myself in the mirror, remembering his intimate whispers in my ear last night.

"Olivia, wear it for me. I like it."

We had lived together for over a year, and I always fulfilled his requests unconditionally.

Plus, it was his birthday today. I was willing to make this sacrifice for him.

Full of anticipation, I opened the door. But instead of Jack's excitement, I was greeted by his impatient expression as he held his phone.

He said tenderly into the phone: "Wait for me."

After hanging up, his expression changed to disgust when he looked at me.

"What are you wearing?"

I was stunned. He had clearly hinted at wanting me to buy this, even putting it in my Amazon cart himself.

I felt lost. The room was cold in the early autumn, and I shivered.

He grabbed my lingerie and threw it at me. "Hurry up and change. My girlfriend will misunderstand if she sees!"

My mind went blank. I asked in disbelief: "Your girlfriend?"

His face softened. "It's Sophia, the beauty from the dance club. She accepted my confession."

It felt like a blow to the head. I could hardly believe my ears.

Sophia was the girl he had chased for half a year in sophomore year. But then she went abroad, and he seemed to get over her quickly.

I always thought it was just a passing crush, and that I was the one who truly understood him.

He turned to get dressed, the scratches from last night still visible on his back.

Childhood friends, with over 20 years of history between us.

Living together for over a year, we ate together, watched TV, hiked, saw sunrises, wore matching bracelets, even had couple profile pictures on SnapChat.

The man who had been intimately entangled with me just last night suddenly told me he had a girlfriend.

What did that make me?

Seeing me standing there motionless, he frowned and sneered. "What's with that expression? Don't tell me you thought we were actually a couple?"

My teeth were chattering, my throat too choked up to make a sound.

He threw his jacket at me, saying disdainfully: "You're just too old-fashioned. We only slept together a few times. We're both adults, do I really need to spell out this kind of unspoken arrangement?"

"If childhood friends were meant to be lovers, we would've gotten together years ago. Why wait until now?"

I trembled violently, the chill from the floor seeping up to my chest.

Holding back the ache in my nose, I forced a stiff smile. "You're right, it was just sleeping together a few times."

I stiffly started to get dressed, but it was so cold I couldn't even pull my pants on properly.

His phone rang. It was Sophia urging him to come downstairs.

He hung up and impatiently pushed me towards the door. "Hurry up, she's almost here!"

I stumbled and fell flat on my face, my nose hitting the floor. Tears immediately welled up.

He seemed about to help me up, but then remembered something and ran to the mirror to cover up the marks on his neck.

He grumbled impatiently: "You women just love leaving these marks, as if that makes you my girlfriend."

I froze, seeing his mocking and contemptuous gaze.

I scrambled to my feet, just wanting to escape this room as quickly as possible.

As I was about to open the door, he called out to me.

"I don't want Sophia to misunderstand. Delete your fingerprint access, and leave the key too."

He hummed cheerfully, completely ignoring the blood dripping from my nose.

In that moment, I wanted to ask him why he was being so cruel.

We had chosen this smart lock together, and set the passcode to our couple numbers.

I bit my lip hard, holding back tears as I quickly deleted my access.

When the success tone sounded, I couldn't hold back anymore. Tears streamed down my face.

I fled as fast as I could.

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