After I Stopped Loving Him, He Was Filled With Regret

I didn't reply to him.

He was anxious.

He began to call me.

I still didn't pick it up.

Even if I didn't see him in person, I could guess how anxious he was at this time.

But all of this was nothing compared to what he had done.

I didn't answer his calls or reply to his messages.

He still hadn't come back to our house.

After staying at home for two days, I went to meet the real estate agent.

The real estate agent I found this time is very reliable. The houses he showed me around were all to my liking.

After seeing several houses, I chose one to rent.

My new home was not far from the company, only a few minutes' drive.

As soon as I signed the agreement with the real estate agent, my mother suddenly called.

After answering the phone, I didn't have time to speak.

She said, "Vivi, what are you doing? Why didn't you answer Carter's call? He’s worried."

My mother's tone was full of complaints as she urged me to call back as soon as possible.

"Mom, I'm busy. I'll contact him when I'm free. Don't interfere."

"No matter how busy you are, you have to reply to him. But don't forget that your Uncle Leo is treating you to dinner this weekend. Be there on time. Don't be late."

Mr. and Mrs. Carter were very nice to me. They wanted me to be with Carter.

After knowing that we were really together, she treated me as their own daughter.

They looked forward to our marriage more than Carter did.

To put it bluntly, this treat was to urge us to get married.

But it was completely impossible for me to be with Carter.

I had to make it clear to them.

I thought about it and agreed.

Carter came back on the day I packed my luggage and was about to move.

He was stunned when he saw me.

He quickly put down his things and pounced on me.

"Vivi, you're finally back. I missed you so much."

As he approached, I smelled a faint perfume that I never used.

I furrowed my eyebrows and pushed him away.

The skin that he had touched seemed to have been burned by fire.

I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Carter looked at me with a sad expression. "Vivi, what's wrong? Why did you push me away?"

Because you're disgusting! You're even more disgusting than a cockroach in the sewage!

I roared in my heart.

However, my face was calm.

"Where did you come from? Why do you smell so bad."

He was stunned and his face turned pale. He lowered his head and sniffed.

Then he stammered, "I just went to a party with my friends. They brought their girlfriends with them. I must have accidentally touched them."

How intimate he must be for his body to be covered with the scent of a woman's perfume.

I suppressed my disgust and said, "It's too smelly, just like the mud in the sewers."

Carter's expression froze and he didn't know what to do. "Then I'll go take a shower right now. It won't stink after I wash it clean."

He walked to the bathroom in a panic.

I looked at his back and said lightly, "It's dirty. No matter how you wash it, it's alreay dirty."

He stopped in his tracks and almost lost his balance.

He looked back at me and almost couldn't keep the smile on her face.

"Vivi, what's wrong with you today?"

His smile was stiff and he looked like he was about to cry.

Guilty people like him couldn't stand being indirectly insulted.

"Carter, you're not young anymore, why can't you understand my words?"

I was so indifferent that it made him feel terrified.

He panicked and quickly walked over to me, asking anxiously, "Vivi, did someone tell you something?"

I looked into his eyes and said calmly, "Do you know a popular female blogger recently? Her name is Mia Holmes."

As soon as I finished speaking, his face turned pale.

He looked around and I didn't dare to look into my eyes.

"I don't know. I don't know her. Vivi, don't listen to her nonsense."

When he lied, his ears would turn red.

He didn't even notice that.

I stared at his red ears and said coldly, "We've known each other for so many years. You should know that I hate deception the most."

"Carter, if you lie to me, you’ll go to hell."