My Boyfriend Used the Gift I Prepared to Please His Sweetheart's Parents

After eight years of dating, my boyfriend finally proposed to me.

In order to meet my future in-laws, I prepared tens of thousands of dollars worth of liquor and bought all kinds of gifts.

But I was suddenly blocked the night before departure.

I thought he just pressed the wrong button accidentally, but unexpectedly I saw him in the post of my boyfriend's sweetheart, Monica Whitney.

He held the gifts I bought and handed them to Monica's parents with a smile.

Monica wrote, [My childhood sweetheart has prepared a gift and is here. Should I accept it?]

I questioned him angrily, but my boyfriend accused me of not being magnanimous enough, “Monica's parents are pressuring her about marriage; I'm just helping her manage their expectations. Don’t stir things up, just wait for me to come back.”

The prepared engagement ring was worn on Monica's hand and the two held hands with their fingers interlocked, looking very affectionate.

I sneered and commented directly under the post, [I wish you a happy marriage and a son soon.]

Less than two minutes after I made the comment, my boyfriend, Marcell Kendrick, called me angrily.

As soon as the call was connected, he started to accuse me, “What do you mean by those vague comments? How am I supposed to live my life if a mutual friend sees you?

“I just helped her with a small favor. Why are you being so uptight? Are you seriously this petty?”

I laughed, a sharp edge to my tone. “Oh, I already wished you a happy marriage and you still call me petty? So, what’s next? Do you need me to stand guard at the door before you head into the bridal chamber?”

Marcell furiously asked, “What nonsense are you talking about? I have explained it to you clearly, but you are still so stubborn. Do you really want to break up?”

Listening to his angry words without a trace of warmth, I felt like my eight years of affection had been wasted.

I had always considered him as my future husband.

I fully support him in whatever he did, whether it was starting a business or something else. I wished I could use myself as a raft to help him reach greater heights.

But Marcell took all that for granted. Whenever something went wrong, he would make a fuss and break up with me.

Ever since his childhood sweetheart Monica returned from studying abroad half a year ago, Marcell lost his temper so often that it was outrageous. 

But I endured it all because I understand that unrequited love would lead to resentment.

I also felt that even if he had another woman in his heart, he loved me more, because he had been dating me for so many years. 

So, I was more tolerant and accommodating towards him.

But I gave him too much freedom. He even ignored the date we had agreed on and took the things I bought.

As Monica's boyfriend, he visited her parents.

You know, I tried to coax him to visit my parents in my hometown many times, but he always refused.

The contrast between the two made my heart grow colder and the words that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time came out directly, “Let's break up.”

The man opposite was stunned for a moment, then his tone became louder, “What do you mean by wanting to break up? You were the one who chased me all the time and now you're breaking up for no apparent reason. 

“Do you think you're some kind of beautiful lady? Do you think any man would want you if you left me?

“Don't think you can get me to go back by playing hard to get. Anyway, I have to stay at Monica's house and play with them for a few days. If you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for really breaking up with you!”

He hung up the phone without taking my words to heart.

I clenched my fists into tight fists and scanned the empty rental house.