Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Vincent returned after completing his studies and became a doctor at the university.
He published paper after paper, earning wealth and fame effortlessly.
But the way he looked at me was no longer as gentle as before.
Yet, I was hopelessly in love with him.
“Margot, can you stop calling me all the time?”
“I’m so busy every day, I don’t have time to go shopping or do these fancy nail treatments!”
“Anniversary? Sorry Margot, I forgot… I’ll make it up to you later. I have to hang up now, there’s a meeting.”
And so on.
It was only when he needed money that he would show his gentle side.
“Darling, I’ve been thinking of opening a/gym, but I’ve already invested my money in stocks. Can you lend me some?”
I hesitated, and he used marriage as leverage:
“Darling, once I make enough for a small target, I’ll marry you!”
“After the gym investment is successful, I’ll take you on a trip, to the Maldives like before.
How about that?”
I longed for the old us, and hearing him say this, I agreed.
But as the past replayed in my mind, it felt like a knife, stabbing my heart repeatedly.
Vincent tried to approach me, but Ella stopped him.
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“Vincent, since she’s seen it all, it’s time to come clean!”
“After all, you’ve made so much money, you’re not missing those little things from hert”
She looked down on me with a smug, contemptuous smile.
1 laughed, dazedly holding onto the nearby chair to stand up.
I walked to the pink Peppa Pig birthday cake, took some cream on my fingers, and walked toward Vincent.
They had no idea what I was going to do, so they both stepped back two paces in sync.
Quite a good team.
“What are you doing?! Margot!”
Vincent held her hand tightly, protecting her fiercely.
My heart sank to the bottom–was he afraid that I would hurt her?
I didn’t answer but stopped in front of him.
My voice was soft, just like it had been years ago:
“Vincent…”
Then I gently smeared the cream on the tip of his nose.
“I don’t need you to spend my birthdays with me anymore,”
I paused, “Actually, no, we don’t have a future anymore.”
I slowly turned around, like a pathetic clown.
Then, I tilted my head, lowered my gaze, and said coldly:
“Let’s break up, Vincent…”
And with that, I ran out without looking back.
