When I Died on Love AnniversaryChapter 1
My boyfriend had promised me a romantic day at the beach, but when we got there, he brought his so-called "dream girl" along. Things took a turn for the worse when this girl deliberately led me onto a mossy reef. I slipped three times in a row, my joints were scraped and bloody and my boyfriend didn’t even bat an eye. Instead, he pointed at me and scolded me in front of everyone, saying, "You fell because you're stupid. Why blame others? Didn’t your parents teach you how to walk?"
The dream girl pretended to go get medicine, but my boyfriend stopped her, telling her, "Just stay away from her so you don’t get hurt. There's no pharmacy around; it's just a little bleeding. Let her deal with it." Not long after, the girl scratched her feet and my boyfriend rushed her to the hospital, heartbroken over her minor injuries.
I stayed calm and didn’t make a scene, just counted down the days until I could leave. Seven days later, I disappeared without a word and my boyfriend, who was always so composed, went completely nuts.
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My boyfriend, Mason Stone, completely forgot our anniversary. To make up for it, he planned a beach date. I went all out— flawless makeup, a sexy swimsuit and was ready to bask in the sun. But when we got there, Mason introduced a new guest, "Jessica, this is Naomi Sutton, a high school classmate who just returned from studying abroad. I invited her to join us."
Naomi playfully hit Mason’s shoulder and teased, "Mason’s been so tight-lipped. He never mentioned he has a girlfriend. Looks like he really treasures you!" Mason’s eyes were warm, but he wore a slightly disappointed smile.
I stood there, stunned, as if struck by lightning. Naomi’s face was all too familiar. Just a week earlier, I’d had to borrow Mason’s computer for an urgent work task because mine had broken down. While using his computer, I accidentally clicked on a hidden file labeled “Naomi.” To my shock, it was filled with tens of thousands of photos of the same girl, all taken five years ago. In one group photo, Mason’s gaze was fixated on Naomi's profile—just like it was now: lingering and affectionate.