Breakup Caused By a Car Accident

In fact, I cared, but I cared too much in the past, and now I was tired.

Kayne didn't come home all night. As his girlfriend, I should send him messages and call him.

But he was very impatient every time I asked what he was doing.

"What else can I do? I'm just having dinner with friends. Do you have to keep calling me like that?

"Olivia, stop. I just went to see Freya and had dinner with friends. I'm not cheating on you. Are you crazy?”

I remembered his every word from the past.

Now, I couldn't even say a word of concern.

"Kayne, you have your freedom and can go wherever you want. I can't restrict you."

Kayne looked a little embarrassed, "Olivia..."

The car I had booked arrived. I opened the door and got in, urging the driver to leave.

If I continued to argue with Kayne, I would be late.

I needed to familiarize myself with the experimental process, so I stayed in the dormitory that the project team arranged for me.

After several days, I finally knew the process of it.

A girl in the same lab praised me, "Olivia, you are talented. None of the students with us before learned faster than you."

She chatted with me during the breaks in the experiment.

If I hadn't given up halfway because of Kayne, I would do it better now.

The girl was watching videos on her phone. "Wow, this is so romantic! It turns out that Kayne has always liked his childhood sweetheart!"

She turned the phone screen towards me, and there was a video on it.

The video showed that Freya stood beside Kayne and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead after Kayne's show.

Even her voice was in it. "Kayne, you did a great job."

Kayne lowered his head and smiled dotingly.

The comments below were that they were a perfect match.

I lowered my head and continued eating.

Suddenly, I received a post that mentioned me from Freya on Facebook.

[Olivia, Kayne's show was very successful. You are busy, so I celebrate with him on your behalf. You won't be angry, right?]

Everyone was waiting to see how I would respond.

How could I reply?

I just wished them the best.

I replied: [I’m not angry. He's a scumbag. I don’t want him anymore. You are a perfect match.]