After Breaking Up, My Girlfriend Pursued Me Crazily

During the height of summer, my girlfriend, Lisa Hewlett, went hiking with her childhood friend, Billy Tompkins.

A sudden storm hit, and my mom, worried about Lisa, went up the mountain to bring her an umbrella.

She didn't find Lisa and instead encountered a flash flood.

When the rescue team found her, she was still holding an umbrella tightly in her arms.

After seeing my mother's body, I was devastated.

I called Lisa, but she was out of service.

I initially thought she might have been in danger, too.

Unexpectedly, that evening, Billy's Instagram updated with a post.

The photo showed two plane tickets and two hands tightly clasped together.

It read: [A spontaneous trip because we care about each other.]

[With you, I am the happiest person in the world.]

I wiped my tears and left a comment.

[Since the mood is right, I wish you both happiness.]

The day after my mom's tragic death, Lisa finally sent me a message.

It was simple. She and Billy had gone to Turkey for a vacation.

How long would they stay? It depended on their mood.

Reading this, I felt a calm detachment.

I didn't ask her why she lied to my mother. I just replied with an "OK".

On the seventh day, after handling all of my mother's affairs, I returned home carrying her memorial photo.

Just as I arrived downstairs, I saw Billy dropping Lisa off.

As they and their bodyguards got out of the car, my gaze was cold.

My hands holding the photo began to tremble slightly.

Lisa and I had been together for three years.

She came from a wealthy family and was a billionaire.

I was just an ordinary employee in her company.

Our relationship started because I saved her life.

Because of the disparity in our backgrounds, my mom always humbled herself in front of her future daughter-in-law.

She adored Lisa and catered to her every need.

When Lisa wanted fruit, my mom would go to the store and pick out the freshest and most expensive.

If Lisa found the maid's cooking unsatisfactory, my mom would fire the maid and cook all the meals herself. f, serving her three meals a day.

When Lisa craved soup, my mom would go to the market, rain or shine, buy the ingredients, and spend hours making it, personally serving it to her.

I couldn't stand it and tried to advise my mom.

"Mom, you've worked hard all your life. Now that things are better, there's no need to tire yourself out like this."

She gave me a look and said she was just taking care of her future daughter-in-law, and it was all routine work she was used to.

Hearing this, I smiled bitterly.

My father died of illness when I was still a toddler.

With my mother's meager salary, it was difficult to even make ends meet.

Yet, she managed to raise me single-handedly by working multiple jobs and doing manual labor.

Due to overwork, her body had many ailments. Her knees and back would ache terribly in bad weather.

Even so, she went up the mountain with an umbrella for Lisa and encountered the flash flood...

Thinking of this, my gaze towards Lisa and Billy grew even colder.

Seeing my expression, Billy smiled.

That was a meaningful and somewhat sinister smile.

Lisa frowned and asked what was wrong, why I was looking at them like that.

She had just spent a week abroad with Billy; it wasn't the first time.

"Why do you have to throw a tantrum?" Lisa must think.

Indeed, this wasn't the first time Lisa and Billy had gone on a trip together.

Since the year we started dating, I knew their secret, and my mother knew it too.

My mom knew about their outings and found it improper but didn't dare confront Lisa. She subtly hinted that I should talk to my girlfriend.

I brushed it off, thinking it was fine. They were like siblings, having grown up together.

Looking back now, I realized how stupid and naive I was.

My mom, with her life experiences, saw through Billy's intentions.

I shook my head and said I wasn't throwing a tantrum.

Lisa scoffed. "If you're not, then why the sour face? You look like Billy owes you millions."

Billy's smile widened.

I gave him a cold glance and then spoke, "Lisa, let's break up."

This sentence hit her like a bolt from the blue, leaving her stunned on the spot.