After I Stopped Loving Him, He Was Filled With Regret

Carter chatted with me for a while, but most of the time he was the one talking.

I was silent and occasionally responded.

He noticed that something was wrong with me and said cautiously, "Vivi, are you tired? Why don't you go to bed early? I won't disturb you anymore."

I forced myself to suppress the anger that was about to erupt and hummed in agreement.

"I love you, Vivi. I'll wait for you to come back."

In the past, when I heard him say that, I would only feel happy.

But now, I only felt disgusted.

I didn't want to talk to him anymore and hung up the phone directly.

At the same time, the blogger in the video showed a meaningful smile.

She said, "Guys, it's late at night. Our nightlife starts again. Let's call it a day."

The blogger finished speaking.

But the comments were full of envy.

[Your boyfriend really has a strong body. You two just slept in the afternoon and he came back in the evening. I don't know if you can hold on.]

[I'm willing to exchange ten pounds of fat for such a boyfriend!]

[I hope so. I envy you again.]

I looked at the comments, and my hands couldn't help trembling.

All of a sudden, the image of them being together flashed through my mind, and a wave of discomfort surged through me.

I quickly put down the tablet and rushed into the bathroom.

They really made me sick.

The business trip was originally scheduled for a week.

But I was eager to go back to see him.

So I raised the efficiency of the project.

I planned to end my business trip early and go back early to surprise Carter.

It only took me three days to finish all the work.

I came back early.

When I got home, Carter was not there.

The house was cleaned up.

No one could tell that someone had lived here recently.

However, the mango I had deliberately placed on the coffee table was rotten.

It seemed that he had been living a good life at someone else's place these days and didn't go home.

I took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to question him.

I wouldn’t just make trouble for him just like that.

It was too easy for him.

It was said that those who cheated on lovers had to swallow a thousand needles, and he was no exception.

The house we were living in now was a graduation gift from his parents when Carter graduated from college.

This place was very close to my workplace, so he coaxed me to move here.

At that time, he pulled me and said pitifully, "Vivi, if you stay far away from me, what should I do when I miss you? I've seen your photos for several years. It's not easy for us to be together. Can't you satisfy my wish?I want to see you every day."

My heart softened easily. Since he said so, I couldn't resist at all and agreed.

But now that I thought about it, I felt disgusted.

Could it be that he had also said these words to another woman?

There were too many memories of the past here.

The more I thought about the past, the more disgusted I felt.

I calmed down and contacted the real estate agent.

Just as I was discussing with the real estate agent when I should go see the house, Carter sent me another message.

This time, he directly reposted a video.

Before I could click on it, his message arrived.

"Vivi, the wedding dress is so beautiful. When you come back, let's go and have a look, okay? I'm looking forward to seeing you put on the wedding dress for me."

I read his message, but I didn't reply.

Instead, I clicked on the video he reposted.

Carter didn't usually like to watch short videos.

But now, when I clicked on his home page, I found that he had watched hundreds of videos.

Moreover, it was all posted by the same blogger.

I clicked on the account and saw that the other side was from the same place as me.

And the video Carter sent me was posted by her.

The video said, "When will the person I love bring me here?"

I collected myself and clicked on the comments section.

After browsing through thousands of comments, a comment came into view.

An unfamiliar account had tagged Carter.

Needless to say, I knew who this account belonged to.

Carter, I really don't know if I should call you stupid or naive.

He thought that I would not be so bored as to flip through the comments section.

So he just reposted it to me fearlessly.

I felt a chill in my heart.

I felt sad for the three years he had spent on me.

I didn't reply to his message, so Carter didn't give up. He continued, "Vivi, our parents already know about us. When are you going to marry me?"

"I've already passed the legal age of marriage. You can't fool me anymore."

When I saw this message, I suddenly remembered.

Carter had proposed to me several times in public and in secret, but I had always used his age as an excuse to gloss it over.

And he took it seriously.

But he didn't know that the reason why I didn't agree to his proposal was that I wanted him to be more mature.

Before this business trip, I thought about getting married.

I would agree if he proposed again after I come back from my business trip.

However, reality was often cruel.

People like him didn't deserve to be loved at all!

I thought about it again and finally understood.

I was very capable at work.

I could help him a lot at work.

Other than his so-called love, this was probably another reason for him to do so.