In the past, whenever he coaxed me and apologized, I’d make excuses for him in my heart.
For the first time, I went against his will, and he found it refreshing.
For someone like him, a spoiled Sir Ryan, when had he ever faced setbacks?
I sighed and began preparing the interview questions.
The next day, Ryan cheerfully told me he had arranged an extra day of leave for me.
Once again, making decisions for me without considering my opinion.
He can be very charming, but I’ve known him too long, and seen through him too well.
Beneath his wealthy, handsome exterior lies a rotten soul.
As I turned off the recorder, I stood up to leave.
Ryan looked pitiful, tugging at my sleeve,
"Claire, can we sit down and have a proper talk?"
I knew if we didn’t resolve things now, he would make more trouble for me later.
I glanced at my watch, "You have fifteen minutes."
He nodded obediently, just like when he promised to quit smoking and was caught sneaking cigarettes.
But after all this time, nothing really changed, and knowing him, it never would.
He always liked to push the blame onto others, never admitting his own faults.
"Claire, I was just joking with them that day, trying to show off..."
Ryan cautiously looked up at me.
Whether it was a joke or the truth, we both knew.
My love should not be a tool for your bragging.
After dating Ryan for so many years, it felt like I was raising a child who would never grow up—
Not only managing my own life but also protecting his fragile ego.
"Claire, believe me, I didn’t betray you!"
I packed up my things and left,
ignoring the tears that were about to fall from his eyes.
When he saw that this tactic wasn’t working, he switched to his face-changing routine:
"Claire, don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you have my love!"
"I’ll be waiting for the day you come begging me to take you back!"
His face turned cold, and he gritted his teeth, ready to make me pay.
But I won’t regret it.
You might not know, but on my alternate account, you’re my only friend.
Under a notorious solicitation account, there’s a line that reads, "You have a friend following this page."
I brainwashed myself into blindly trusting you, that’s all.
Besides, my colleagues in the entertainment section had already told me—
Your mom has found you a fiancée for an arranged marriage.