After Breaking Up, My Girlfriend was Devastated

When his girlfriend returns home in the early hours escorted by her childhood friend, Martin Smith, a boyfriend notices her torn stockings. His sarcastic remark about Martin's taste sparks a defensive argument. She dismisses his jealousy, claiming she could never tolerate someone dealing with Martin's mental health struggles. However, her dismissive attitude quickly backfires. Once their relationship shatters, she is the one left drowning in regret, facing the devastating reality of what she lost.

Chapters

Chapter 3

I was a small-town overachiever, having worked tirelessly to get into a decent university despite my impoverished background.

In contrast, Martin had little academic ambition but effortlessly secured a spot in college thanks to family sponsorship. To Sonia, this was a sign of success.

It was during university that I met Sonia.

Surrounded by talent, I devoted all my time to the library and labs, determined to prepare myself for a successful future.

One week before finals, I arrived at the library only to realize I had forgotten my student ID. Without it, I couldn't enter, and my dorm room was locked. My roommates wouldn't be back for a while, leaving me without access to my important study materials.

Under the blazing sun, I paced anxiously outside the library.

"Hey, I know you! Come on in!"

At that moment, Sonia appeared.

Dressed in a blue denim skirt, she sparkled in the sunlight, her sweet voice like a refreshing breeze on a hot summer day.

"You know me?"

"Of course! You're Usher, the physics genius from Class 6. I've heard so much about you!" Sonia winked at me, playful and charming.

Sonia was two years older and worked part-time at the library. Since I spent so much time there, she had quietly taken notice of me.

Eventually, we naturally got together, starting our campus romance.

She was lively and outgoing, enjoying drinks and wild fun, like a vibrant rose.

I was quiet and reserved, preferring books and solitude, like a blank page.

Our differences made me cautious; I always tried to treat her well.

I feared losing her, so I cherished every moment.

I would study her course materials to help her avoid failing, give her my meager living expenses, and even take on tutoring jobs to buy her the iPhone that all the girls in her dorm had.

I thought this was love—until I overheard Martin call me a "simp," and Sonia didn't defend me; instead, she laughed brightly.

I was used to giving, while she was accustomed to being loved.

With the effects of alcohol kicking in, I lay back on the sofa and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by the sound of keys in the door. Sonia had returned, and she was with Martin.

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