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Chapter 6 

“Steve, you looked for me for half a year.” 

“During the past six months, you became increasingly impatient with me, always criticizing me for not doing things well and for doing things wrong.” 

“I endured it!” 

“For the sake of our nine-year relationship,” I endured. Because we were about to get married, I endured!” 

“It turns out it’s not that I’m not good here and there, it’s in your heart, she’s better!” 

Steve seemed angry. 

Clutching the fist tightly, the whole body tensed up to tremble. 

Vivian’s face turned pale as she approached and grabbed my hand. “Josie, it’s not what you think. Steve and 

I, we…” 

I pushed her with all my strength. 

“Don’t touch me, I’m begging you!” 

Vivian’s eyes turned red. 

I looked at her disappointedly. 

“Even though, because of your words, you obediently listened, Steve listened to you, I didn’t want to blame you. But Vivian, you know, right? Steve likes you; you know!” 

I truly considered Vivian as a friend. 

She had a gentle and unhurried personality, and it was quite comfortable to be with her. 

Once, I argued with Steve, and everyone came to persuade me, telling me what I should do and how to 

resolve the conflict. 

Only Vivian. 

She patiently stayed with me and cried for an hour. 

Comforting me, “You were not wrong, today’s incident was not your fault. It was Steve’s fault, and I will make 

him apologize to you, okay?” 

She wasn’t lying about what she said. 

She made Steve come and apologize to me! 

All my composure lasted only until I finished arguing with them and they left. 

I knew that this matter hurt me. 

But I didn’t expect it to be so powerful. 

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I had a high fever of 39 degrees in the early morning. 

I called the ambulance in a daze, wrapped myself in clothes, and crawled to the door. I opened the door and 

sat down in the hallway. 

The outdoor motion sensor light turned on for a moment. 

A few seconds later, it went off again. 

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I suddenly felt the sourness in my nose, and tears uncontrollably streamed down. 

But I didn’t cry. 

It doesn’t count as crying if you didn’t cry out loud. 

When the ambulance arrived, I had already composed myself, except for slightly dry and sore eyes, there 

should be no visible abnormalities. 

On the way to the hospital, I started to doze off, and I slept until the afternoon of the next day. 

My whole body ached, the pain radiating from deep within my bones. Another day passed, and finally, the 

fever subsided, and I gradually regained my strength. 

Many people contacted me these days, and all of them came to talk. 

Among them was Vivian. 

She said, “Josie, that day Henry was downstairs, he had drunk too much before I took Steve upstairs. If I did something that made you misunderstand, then I promise you, I will never meet Steve again in the future.” 

I replied, “You can tell these things to his next partner, we have already broken up!” 

I was never a person with a good temper. 

Over the years, I would indeed take the initiative to make peace and actively resolve issues after encountering problems with Steve. 

But when conflicts arose, I never backed down from a fight. 

So I came out of the hospital and went straight to the hardware store, where I bought a hammer, and then I 

went to Steve’s house. 

This house was bought by him, no doubt. 

But there were many things that I purchased. 

For example, the shoe rack outside the door. 

I swung the hammer, and the shoe rack fell with a loud noise. 

Just as the second hammer fell, the door suddenly swung open from the inside. My friend anxiously and hurriedly stuck their head out, and upon seeing me, their faces were filled with horror. 

“Josie? What were you doing?” 

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“Are you all here?” 

“Ah, we were drinking tea!” 

“That’s great!” 

I walked in carrying a hammer. 

My friend took a deep breath and stepped back repeatedly. 

Then I saw Steve. 

He was still wearing his home clothes, with messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, looking like he hadn’t 

slept. 

He looked at me, his gaze heavy. 

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