After Overcoming Love Addiction, I Found True Love Again

I reached out and touched the scar. "I do, Dylan. I'm willing to be your girlfriend."

That day, we officially started dating.

Unfortunately, my family didn't approve of me being with him.

My parents knew that Dylan had helped me before, so they didn't stop me from helping his father with his illness.

But they didn't want us together.

Dad tried to reason with me, "Evelyn, you two are too different. You're from different worlds, and you won't be happy. I don't approve of you being together."

I knew Dad was looking out for me. At that time, I couldn't listen.

If Dad said we weren't a good match, I figured I'd just help Dylan rise to my level.

I knew Dylan had ambition and wanted to start his own business.

His last failure was due to bad luck and a broken funding chain.

But now, I was here to help him.

Since my parents didn't support us, they cut off my access to money several times.

So, I sold my bags, my jewelry, anything I could to help him.

I even lowered myself, using every connection I had to secure resources for him.

I helped him transform from an unknown college graduate into an admired new business mogul in just five short years.

Now, he's successful and accomplished.

After all, I gave, even a stone would have warmed up to me. I thought Dylan would marry me finally.

Or at least break up with me respectfully.

But I never expected him to humiliate me like that.

To him, I was nothing more than a disposable woman.

"Dylan, I've long since repaid your kindness over the years.

Now, it's me who doesn't want you anymore.

I've always been decisive. When I say it's over, there's no turning back."

After blocking Dylan on WhatsApp, I dragged Abigail out of bed to help me move my stuff out of the so-called home we shared.

Honestly, I'd been so pathetic in this relationship, turning this place into a love nest just for us.

But Dylan had barely spent any time here.

That morning, we sat in the car and watched the moving company take all my things away.

Abigail yawned and looked at me seriously. "You're serious this time, huh?"

I nodded. "Absolutely."

Abigail laughed. "Evelyn, you're my kind of girl. Quick and clean. That jerk never deserved you. Forget him. I'll introduce you to someone better tonight."

I chuckled. "Please, no. I'm so over the idea of dating right now."

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I'm going home. It's been so long since I've had a proper breakfast with my parents."

"Fine, I won't get in the way of your family time. You've stayed at my place long enough. It's time to go home. Evelyn, I didn't mention it last time. But your dad didn't look too well. You should really check on them."

My dad's health wasn't good?

Abigail's words hit me like a ton of bricks. I was such a jerk. What kind of daughter was I?

I had done so many stupid things all because of that scumbag, Dylan.

Because of Dylan, my parents and I have been in a quarrel for a long time.

They never liked Dylan. Every time we met, it ended in arguments.

Eventually, I got tired of it and started going home less and less.

I didn't even realize my dad's health was deteriorating.

After saying goodbye to Abigail, I rushed back home.

It was still early, and my parents hadn't left for work yet.

They were surprised to see me back.

I was equally taken aback when I saw my dad.

It had only been a month, but he seemed to have aged. He had more gray hairs and a paler face.

My dad was the first to speak, "What made you come home today? Hmph, been so long I thought you'd forgotten the way."

His tone wasn't great, so my mom quickly smoothed things over, "What are you saying? This is her home. She can come back whenever she wants. She doesn't need to report to you! Evelyn, come over here. Let's have breakfast together."

My mom walked over, holding my hand, guiding me to sit down.

But then she noticed the tears on my face and looked startled.

"Evelyn, why are you crying?

"It's all your fault, Leo! Why did you scold her?"

My dad panicked when he saw me cry, fumbling over his words, "I... I didn't scold you, Evelyn. I didn't mean to. I'm bad with words... don't cry, sweetheart. I can't stand seeing you cry."

I couldn't help but laugh through my tears.

His jumbled words made me laugh, but then I grew worried again. "Dad, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, really. Strong as ever."

I wasn't convinced. "But Abigail said last time she saw you, you didn't look well."

He momentarily thought, " Ah, I wasn't feeling great back then. It's just my old issue. My herniated disc flares up when there's too much stress at work.

"Evelyn, would you consider returning to help me with the business?"

My dad looked at me hopefully. I knew he'd wanted me to help out for a while.

Before, I didn't want to take over because of Dylan. I didn't want to hurt his fragile ego by outshining him.

But now, it was time for me to step up and take responsibility.

When I nodded, my parents were overjoyed.

We sat down for a long-overdue family breakfast. Afterward, I told them about my breakup with Dylan.

My dad couldn't stop smiling. "Good, it's for the best. I'm finally at peace now."

My mom was even more excited. "You broke up? It was long overdue. I never liked him. How could he not appreciate my precious daughter?

"And don't even get me started on his parents! He's so petty, always trying to take advantage of people. What a joke.

"If it weren't for the fact that he helped you all those years ago, I wouldn't have tolerated them. Evelyn, you've repaid your debt to him, so let it go. It's time to move on."

I nodded deeply. "I know, Mom. I'll move forward. I don't owe him anything anymore."