After Being Dumped, She Kept Chasing Me

Victoria's beautiful face showed a hint of confusion.

To others, she was always clear-headed, independent, talented, and unattainable.

But now, faced with my outburst, she seemed surprised, completely oblivious to his own faults.

I spoke calmly.

"In these three years, have you ever tried to understand me?

"Do you know what kind of flowers I like? Do you know whether I like sweet or spicy food?"

She had a light palate, and I had always accommodated her, rarely eating the spicy food I loved.

"Do you care what I said?

"Do you want to share with me?

"Have you ever introduced me to your friends?"

Sensing the cold indifference from others, I realized how insignificant my grievances were in their eyes.

I prepared to leave, but Victoria grabbed my sleeve.

She lowered her head. "So, in your eyes, I'm so inadequate. But we should work through our issues together."

I felt exhausted. "All our arguments have been about these things."

Her beautiful eyes turned slightly red.

I shook off her hand expressionlessly.

One tried to mediate. "Victoria, don't try to persuade him. Jerome is just angry and not thinking straight. He'll come around."

I left the bar.

A video of our argument at the bar somehow made its way online.

Everyone condemned me for being heartless to such a beauty.

My friends told me that people couldn't believe I would break up with Victoria and were betting on how soon I'd beg her to take me back.

After all, My college days of chasing her were still fresh in their minds.

I smiled faintly and said nothing.

I had been working overtime on a project these days and had no time for anything else.

Finally, the project was finished.

My boss patted my shoulder and said, "Double the bonus, and a promotion is in sight. Take some time to rest now."

I nodded, feeling utterly exhausted.

As the workday ended, a light drizzle began outside.

A few colleagues and I stood at the company's entrance, chatting while waiting for our rides.

One by one, everyone got picked up, leaving me alone.

It was rush hour, and trying to get a cab seemed hopeless.

I looked at the gloomy sky and considered braving the rain to buy an umbrella from the store across the street.

As soon as I stepped into the rain, a shadow fell on my head.

"Jerome, it's raining. I'll pick you up."

Victoria stood at the company entrance, looking ethereal.

Rain splashed up from the ground, creating little water droplets.

I responded politely, "No need, a bit of rain won't hurt me."

I was about to walk away.

Victoria stubbornly followed, holding an umbrella over me, getting her shoulder wet.

Unable to let her get soaked, I walked with her to the convenience store on the next street.

Soon, I came out holding a new transparent umbrella and said politely, "Thank you."

I was about to step into the rain when she called out, "Jerome, I drove here."

I shook my head. "I'll take the subway."

Her faint smile slowly faded.

"When are you coming home? The rose you planted has bloomed."

Home? I frowned.

It reminded me that our breakup had been so sudden.

I hadn't even collected my things from our apartment, and the concert tickets we had bought together were still valid.

I looked up. "I'll go over and pack my things when I have time."

A trace of bewilderment crossed Victoria's face, but she quickly regained her composure. "Jerome, do we really have to be like this?"

"This's not what I wanted," I said calmly.

Her eyelashes fluttered. "I hope we could have a good conversation."

"We've already broken up, and I am very calm right now. You should go home." I walked away without looking back.

Could there be absolute calmness in love?

Unfortunately, I only understood this now.

After sleeping for two days straight, I finally mustered the energy to pack my things.

I messaged Victoria that I was coming over to get my stuff.

She quickly replied, saying she was still at work and the key was in the usual place.

Returning to the familiar apartment complex, I noticed the scorch marks from the fire still on the walls.

I stood quietly for a moment before taking the elevator up.

When I reached the door, the key wasn't under the doormat as usual.

Just as I was about to take out my phone to ask Victoria, the door suddenly opened.

I was stunned.