After Breaking Up, She Regrets It

By the time I got back to my rental place, it was nearly 2 p.m.

The driver, who was worried I might get heatstroke, had turned on the air conditioning and even kindly offered me a bottle of water.

But during that time, I still had not received any message from Valery.

I did not ask her about it. Once I got home, I took a shower and collapsed on the bed, feeling completely drained.

Maxim Maynard called me.

"Spencer, you should consider the offer to transfer to the branch office seriously. It's only three years, and you can still come back to visit your girlfriend during vacations."

Maxim was my boss. He had just opened a branch office in the neighboring city and needed a general manager. He had high hopes for me and wanted me to go there to gain some experience.

He had mentioned it to me before, but I had not agreed because I could not bear to leave Valery.

When I did not respond, he continued.

"When you come back, you will have a higher salary. If you're worried I'm just making empty promises, we can sign a contract."

Valery and I had met in our freshman year, and now it had been two years since we graduated.

We had been together for six years.

In the month leading up to graduation, our classmates were all making plans for their future. Some were talking about "taking over the family business", others about "starting their own companies", or "going to grad school". But I just said happily.

"I want to be with Valery forever."

During the past six years, I had given her everything.

But she still did not care about me at all.

Otherwise, why would she disregard me?

I finally spoke, "No problem, Maxim. I'll do it."

Maxim's excited voice came through the phone.

"That's settled, then! I don't have anyone else in mind if you don't go.

"Well, as for that senior management certification exam the company signed you up for, you'd better prepare well and pass it!"