“Alright, alright, I agree!”
Chapter 7
I quickly spoke up, “Dad! What are you agreeing to?”
But my dad just said:
“Sweetie, let me tell you, men are like the subway. If you miss one, the next one’s five minutes away. Take whatever comes, don’t stress about it.”
Then he hung up, not giving me a chance to protest.
Victor was at the bar having a good time, and after a while, he stood up and said:
‘Alright, that’s enough, enough. If we keep going, Jennie’s gonna start calling to check up on me.”
‘She’s on a strict schedule. If she’s not home by nine, she’ll start bombarding me with calls.”
‘Damn, almost forgot–her phone got stolen by some piece of trash.”
‘I’ll order a new one for her online.”
Victor opened up Apple’s website and picked out the most expensive one:
‘Jennie wanted to change her phone anyway, she was eyeing that latest iPhone.”
‘I’ll get it for her to make up for it.”
His friend mocked him,
‘You guys really need to stop torturing us single folks.”
‘Wait, Victor, it looks like Jennie just posted on Instagram showing off her love life.”
‘Are you sure her phone was stolen?”
Victor, a little tipsy, asked, “Of course I’m sure. What’d she post?”
His friend opened Instagram and showed Victor:
“She posted a picture of her sleeping, the one you drew for her. Look.”
Victor’s face immediately changed. He grabbed his friend’s phone and snarled:
“This isn’t my drawing!”
“I told her, only I can draw her!”
“How dare she let someone else draw her?”
He felt humiliated and betrayed.
Even if he received an anonymous bed photo, he wouldn’t have cared.
But when it came to someone answering her phone, he could only think her phone had been stolen.
But Victor also drew, and he could immediately tell that the Instagram post showing Jennie’s sleeping face, in a nine–grid layout, was definitely a direct copy of her while she was asleep.
Because the small details of her face while asleep were just too realistic.
There was no way it was imagined.
Damn it! How could this happen?
Victor’s heart sank instantly.
His face turned as dark as a storm cloud.
His heart felt like it was thrown straight into boiling oil.
The anger that surged up his neck couldn’t be suppressed.
He pulled out his phone again to make a call.
By the time I picked up, I had already returned to our shared home.
The phone kept ringing, but I didn’t answer.
blocked Victor’s number.
Victor then sent me Whatsapp messages:
‘Where are you? Talk to me!”
‘Why aren’t you picking up my calls?”
‘What does your Instagram post mean?”
“Who allowed you to let someone else draw you?”
“Jennie, do you still want me to marry you?”
I didn’t reply and blocked his Whatsapp too.
I packed my things, and threw everything related to Victor into the trash can outside the door.
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The process of breaking up was painful.
His every expression kept drilling into my mind.
We had so many beautiful memories.
Thinking that we’d never have a future together made me collapse beside the trash can, burying my head in my knees, crying uncontrollably.
I told myself, “Let it out, cry, and then let go of him completely.”
I imagined that both my tears and Victor were just trash, something to be gotten rid of from my body.
Later, Victor drove over.
He still didn’t know that I had thrown all his things into the trash can.
When he got out of the car, he walked over and hugged me.
“Baby, why are you crying alone here?”
“It’s so cold, aren’t you afraid of getting sick?”
“Come on, let’s go home.”
He took off his coat and covered me with it.
He held my cold hands in his, warming them up.
Then he cautiously asked:
“Why didn’t you pick up the phone? Why aren’t you replying to my message?”
“Did your phone really get stolen?”
“I knew it, no worries, I already ordered you a new phone.”
I pushed him away and said:
“No, Victor. We’re breaking up.”
Victor’s face turned pale in an instant.
The air around us seemed to freeze with the low pressure.
After three seconds, Victor took a deep breath and said:
“Jennie, did you get another anonymous letter?”
“I’ve told you so many times, don’t believe those things. Why don’t you listen?”
“Why won’t you trust me? And why bring some little boy into this to provoke me?”
“Take back what you said. If you do, I’ll pretend today never happened.
“Be good, let’s go home.”
