After My Boyfriend's Childhood Sweetheart Provoked Me

I did not care about the mess that Kirsten and the others had made in the room.

I just packed my belongings, took the cross I had brought with me and left.

While waiting for my flight at the airport in the middle of the night, I received a voice message from Sergio.

"Elsie, if you had any sense, you would hurry up and apologize to Kirsten and my other friends!

"They are right; I have spoiled you too much, which is why you are so reckless!

"If you keep being so willful, I'll just break up with you!"

On my phone, Sergio's drunken voice came through, occasionally mixed with the sounds of Kirsten and the others egging him on.

From the noise of Kirsten and the others, I could easily guess that they had already decided I, "the sick one", could not leave Sergio.

And Sergio, having discarded me as a "burden", had a bright future ahead of him; he shouldn't be held back by me, "the patient".

From the messages Sergio sent, it was clear he also agreed with their viewpoint.

I did not react much but simply blocked Sergio expressionlessly.

However, the next day when the plane landed, I turned on my phone and immediately received a threatening message from Kirsten.

[Elsie, if you don't cherish such a good man as Sergio, I will not hold back.]

Attached was a photo of Kirsten cuddled up in Sergio's arms, both of them naked in bed.

Seeing that photo made me feel a wave of physical nausea.

Sergio must have spent the night away and had no idea I had already left; he wouldn't see the breakup gift I left for him on the table.

Otherwise, he should have no mood to screw with Kirsten right now.

I replied to her message: [Respect and wish you happiness.]

[I left a gift for you on the table in the apartment; make sure to unwrap it and take a look.]

I did not block or delete Kirsten, thinking I might want to check in on future developments.

What I did not expect was that Kirsten and Sergio never even opened the box I left behind.

The reason was that Kirsten felt uncomfortable having her man keep things from his ex-girlfriend, and Sergio, wanting to appease Kirsten, threw the box containing his medical records straight into the trash without even looking.

It was a pity; if Sergio had opened it and actively sought treatment, he might have lived a few more days.

Maybe it was his fate.

I returned the cross and then prayed in front of it, asking for Jesus to forgive my negligence in protection.

In a daze, I seemed to hear Jesus's voice forgiving me.

Sergio only mocked me for doing futile things, but he did not know the effort I put into bringing the cross there.

It was not easy to acquire such a large cross.

I had run from church to factory to get it.

Yet Sergio and the others destroyed all my hard work in just one hour.

Sergio was right; what I did was indeed futile.