He knew it was awkward, so he’d transfer me enough money to cover my expenses for six months as compensation.
For me, someone preparing for graduate school, it was a lifeline.
I’ve always felt a sense of gratitude toward Ryan.
It’s no exaggeration to say that half of his good grades were thanks to me.
But over the years, I’ve helped him enough.
In every aspect, I never embarrassed him.
Maybe, though, he never really brought me into his true circle.
After I slapped Ryan, we didn’t contact each other for a while.
I packed up everything he gave me and returned it all.
It wasn’t that he didn’t try to reach out, but every time I thought of his words, "I’ll wait until I get bored of her," I felt disgusted.
Besides, I’m aware of my worth.
When we officially started dating, Ryan’s mother came to see me.
She gave me a meaningful look, then took a casual sip of coffee.
"You’re still young. If you’re going to date, fine, but don’t cause any trouble."
She naturally assumed I was a gold-digger and had already written a soap opera in her mind where I got pregnant to secure my place.
She investigated my background.
When my mom saw the impressive people she sent, she immediately asked for a dowry of 660,000 dollar.
When I heard the recording, I didn’t know where to put my face.
It was at that moment that Ryan arrived and pulled me out of that oppressive, gloomy room.
Because he stubbornly insisted on being with me, his family cut off his financial support.
With graduation approaching, the expenses were piling up.
He just ruffled my hair and told me not to worry.
How did the boy who was willing to turn against his family for me end up so rotten without me noticing?
I majored in journalism and, after graduating, started working at a daily newspaper.
The company I applied to rejected me after learning about my family background.
It was Ryan who pulled some strings to get me in.
This is the first time in years that I’ve taken a day off.
I wanted to take the time to plan out my future path.
Just as I was drafting my leave request, the editor-in-chief messaged me:
"I heard you're quite familiar with Sir Ryan, right? There happens to be an exclusive interview, I'm assigning it to you."
"Two thousand dollar bonus, and your promotion will be prioritized."
I was about to decline, but the words caught in my throat.
It was obvious—this was Ryan’s idea, just to make me go back and beg him.