After My Boyfriend Indulged His First Love

With red eyes, I returned to my home with Oscar with the wedding dress in a bag, quietly waiting for him to get off work.

We started dating in college. I studied painting, and he was a famous straight-A student in another department.

I almost never set foot in the library. But that day, I heard that a complete set of comics had arrived at the library, so I got up early to borrow them.

In the end, I didn't get to borrow the comics. I ended up losing my soul.

On a quiet Sunday morning, the library was quiet. I tiptoed to reach for the books on the top shelf in the comic corner. Just as my fingertips almost touched the book, Oscar, who was a head taller than me, gentlemanly put the book in my hand.

He smelt like ebony wood, which was so pleasant, and under his eyelashes were a pair of eyes that were the purest I had ever seen. The scene was so beautiful that it didn't seem real. When I met his eyes, I fell in love just like that.

I found a position diagonally across from him, opened the comic book, and used it to cover my face. It was the first time I read comics so distracted.

I read it for three months in a row.

We were each other's first love, blushing while walking on the playground, holding hands for the first time, kissing for the first time...

Later, Yolanda got into our university and majored the same as him. He introduced to me that they grew up together and that she was like his sister to him.

We had many dates with Yolanda. Out of consideration for the same gender, I always took care of her. I figured that she had just left home to go to college, and it took time for her to get used to a lot of things, so I never minded her joining us on our dates.

Later, I found that she had no boundaries.

When we ate together, she put the meat from her plate into Oscar's plate and said with a smile, "I'm so full. Oscar, eat it for me."

Oscar worked part-time to earn money and bought me a bracelet as a birthday gift. After a week, I saw the same bracelet on her hand. Oscar was a bit helpless and said to me, "If I didn't buy it for her, she'd go to my mom and complain.

"Don't mind her. She's like a child. I'll buy you a better one next time."

I cried and made a scene in frustration, but in the end, it didn't work. They were still "loving siblings".

But this time, it was different. If Oscar didn't draw a clear line with her, I wouldn't have the confidence to get married to him.

With a click, the door opened. Oscar was back.

Unlike the usual times, I didn't greet him with a smile when he came back.

"I have something to ask you," I said straightforwardly.

"What is it? You look so serious."

He came back from overtime, and the screen of his phone still showed work-related materials. There was obvious fatigue on his face.

He asked while checking the materials, "What's wrong?"

I took out the wedding dress, put it in front of him, and said seriously, "I need an explanation for this.

"Otherwise, I don't think we can get married. It will always bug me."

The bloodstain wasn't big, but the wedding dress was pure white, which made the red bloodstain stand out, stinging my eyes.

When he saw the stain, his expression remained unchanged. "You got me. I thought it was something big."

I suppressed my grievances and tears, facing his indifferent attitude.

"Yolanda tried it on last night. She's on her period and might have accidentally dirtied it. Just wash it. What's the big deal?"

I frowned and immediately raised my voice. "You knew?

"How could you let her try it on? This is my wedding dress!

"My wedding dress! Do you know what that means? It's what I'm going to wear when I marry you. What? Are you saying she wants to marry you? She's already in college, OK? How come she doesn't have any boundaries at all? Doesn't she have any shame?"