Betrayal of the Fiancee

Alice must be surprised by how I treated her today.

I had really reached the limit of my patience with her.

Half a year ago, the day when Carl came back happened to be my birthday.

I didn't take this news to heart when I first heard it.

In the hot graduation season eight years ago, Carl abandoned the pregnant Alice and went abroad to study alone.

I accompanied Alice to the hospital for surgery.

I publicly acknowledged the baby in Alice's belly and thus carried the blame of a scumbag.

I remembered very clearly Alice buried in my chest that day.

"Felix, you are my redemption. I will be with you this whole life."

It was also her promise that had supported my indulgence and compromise with Alice for eight years.

In the year of graduation, I gave up taking over the family business and the responsibility of accompanying my parents as the only son in the family. I came here to accompany Alice and struggle alone.

Eight years of hard work had allowed me to give Alice a comfortable life.

I thought their separation was too painful.

I thought that the entanglement of these eight years could make our relationship strong enough, but all these assumptions were shattered on the day Carl returned.

That day, I bought the limited edition bag that Alice liked, prepared a sumptuous candlelight dinner, and decanted the wine that I had been collecting for many years.

All of these were just to wait for Alice to come home and celebrate my birthday with me.

It was ridiculous to think about it, but it was indeed the tradition of my birthday every year.

Although it was my birthday, I had to prepare a gift that Alice liked, make her favorite food for her, and wait for her to bring a birthday cake that looked the same every year.

This year on my birthday, I heated up the cold dishes again and again.

Until the clock passed 12 o'clock, Alice hadn't come back.

All the calls I made were hung up.

All the messages I sent were not replied to.

The only message I received that night was from Carl.

It was a photo.

In the photo, Alice was leaning in shirtless Carl's arms.

After receiving the message, I drank all the wine.

Walking in front of the mirror, suddenly I felt like a clown.

Just at this moment, the door opened.

The equally drunken Alice stumbled in on high heels and fell headfirst onto the sofa.

Seeing that I had not made any moves for a long time, there was a hint of impatience in her tone.

"Felix, where's the hangover soup?"

Until that moment, I looked at the drunken Alice with a lingering heartache.

I got up and prepared the hangover soup while making fun of her.

"Cake for hangover soup."

I even thought that maybe the cake was hidden outside.

But Alice's words made my heart gradually cold.

"Cake? What cake? When did you develop a liking for desserts? I don't like this hobby. Give it up!"

Maybe because I didn't go to serve her immediately, her tone became a little impatient.

When I heard Alice's words, I stopped my step to the kitchen.

I turned my back to her and replied softly.

"Alice, did you really forget what day it is today?"

"Felix Brown! What are you pretending for? Can't you see how painful I am? Today is the day Carl returns! Are you satisfied now?"

At that time, there was a hint of chill in the air.

A cold breeze suddenly blew in from outside. I instantly sober up.

The only remaining burning in my heart was extinguished.

I finally realized the entanglement and infatuation of these years couldn't resist their unforgettable relationship.