I broke up with my ex when he was at poorest,When I came back, he had another woman by side
In the year when my boyfriend was struggling the most, I decided to end the relationship.
Later, he achieved great success and went to great lengths to marry me.
Everyone said I was his ideal love, his most treasured wife. But eventually, he started bringing different women home every night, breaking my heart and turning me into a laughingstock among our friends. Yet, I never cried or made a scene.
I quietly stayed in the study, never interfering in his affairs. Enraged, he kissed me fiercely and whispered,
“Aren’t you jealous?” He didn’t know I was sick. Each day he sought revenge on me, I silently counted how many days I had left to live.
- 1.
In the third year of my marriage to Wesley Miller, he started seeing a young, attractive college student named Corn Miller. She was pure and adorable, just Wesley’s type. He supported her for over half a year. Besides me, she was the woman who stayed by Wesley’s side the longest. Friends warned me to be cautious, saying Wesley seemed genuinely fond of Cora. The first time I met her was on my birthday. I had been having nosebleeds since morning and went for a check–up. The doctor told me I might only live until next spring. I nodded slightly and whispered, “It’s okay. I’m not afraid of dying, just a bit afraid of pain. I heard there’s an expensive medicine that could make my remaining days more comfortable. With not enough money in my bank account, I went to Wesley’s company to find him. I happened to run into Cora there; she had just graduated and was working as Wesley’s assistant. He was in a meeting, so I sat outside waiting. Cora kept staring at me, whispering to her colleagues, “Is she the boss’s wife? She looks so plain and lifeless, almost like she’s dying “Everyone says I look like her; where’s the resemblance? I’m much prettier.” The bright glass reflected my plain face in a bulky down jacket. Indeed, not attractive and almost lifeless. A colleague quietly pulled Cora aside and said, “She’s just not dressed up. If she put on makeup, ten of you wouldn’t be as pretty as her.” “And don’t rely on the boss’s favor to provoke her. You don’t know how much he loves her. If you upset her, he might ruin you.”
Hearing that Wesley loved me deeply, Cora pouted and rolled her eyes at me. She brought me tea and sweetly asked, “Sister Mabel, how can the boss bear to keep you waiting so long?” “It’s strange; whenever I come to see him, no matter how busy he is, he always makes time for me. He says I’m the most important thought he treated other women the same way… She smiled sweetly, looking just like I did when I was young, Thinking about it, Wesley did treat Cora differently. He had countless lovers, using them as tools to provoke me, bringing different women home every night to test my reaction. Wesley never lingered with them for long, maybe a day or two, perhaps ten days or half a month; he quickly grew bored. Only Cora, he kept outside, dining, shopping, watching movies with her. They seemed like an ordinary loving couple. Wesley gave her money and affection. I smiled at Cora and gently asked, “You’re so important, how can Wesley let you be a hidden mistress?” “You should persuade him to divorce me and marry you soon. Cora’s face changed instantly, angrily whispering. “The unloved one is the mistress; you’re the unnecessary one?” “You’re just relying on having met Mr. Wesley a few years before me. But now you’re old and ugly what do you have to compete with me…” Her colleague, probably fearing I’d get angry, quickly pulled her away. But it didn’t matter to me. I had already told myself not to get angry or sad because of Wesley. And definitely not to compete with other women over him. He’s not worth it.
Cora was pulled, lost her balance, and fell, breaking the cup in her hand, leaving a deep cut on her palm, blood everywhere. Wesley saw Cora hurt through the meeting room glass. Everyone watched as he dropped his files, pushed open the door, and scooped her into his arms. Coldly, he cursed, “Who the hell hurt her? The kind colleague stepped back, face pale with fear. I sneered, “I did it, and she deserved it.” Cora glared at me, crying, “Yes, I deserve it! I fell in love with someone I shouldn’t have, getting called a mistress, a lover But Mr. Wesley, as long as you love me, I want to stay by your side forever; no one can separate us.” She cried so adorably, even saying such ludicrous things, seemed brave and determined. Wesley was amused, wiping her tears, coaxing her, “Be good, you’re crying like a kitten.” He really was different with her. I lowered my eyes, too lazy to watch, only telling Wesley, “I want 500,000 for my birthday this year. It’s funny. We’re married but don’t even have cach other’s contact information. Except when asking for money, I never reach out to him. Before marriage, we agreed he wanted me, and I wanted his money. Wesley always hated me for being a gold digger. But before, whenever I asked, no matter how much, he’d give it to me, always more, never less. Only this time, he coldly laughed, leisurely saying, “You can have the money” “But, Phoebe Johnson, first bow that proud head of yours and apologize to Cora.” Wesley wanted to use two million to buy my dignity, to purchase an apology for Cora. For the first time, he used money to humiliate me for another woman. I clenched my fists, smiling lightly. Enduring the sudden wave of pain, I turned and left. I didn’t want the money anymore. I suddenly grew very curious about Wesley. If one day you knew this money could have let me live longer, knew how much I suffered before dying, what expression would you have?
