Broken Love, Broken Future

On day three of my cold war with Fiona Parker, she made a big fuss on Instagram, looking for male models.

Everyone thought I would be as submissive as before to coax her.

But I just showed respect generously and recommended a few clubs to her.

On the day I resigned, she stopped me. "Why didn't you come to coax me this time?"

I looked at her calmly. "I'm tired. I don't want to do it anymore."

Late one night, Fiona, who lost her memories in a car accident, called me, sobbing.

"Miles, where have you been? They all say you don't want me anymore."

But Fiona heard coquettish laughter on the phone.

"Fiona, thank you for still caring about me and leaving me such an amazing man."

Fiona raised her voice and shouted in a cracking voice, "Where is Miles Morgan?!"

Elise Diaz snuggled into my arms.

The blush on her face had not faded yet, and there were a few red marks on her fair skin.

I looked at the woman under me with embarrassment.

"Sorry, I didn't have time to inform you that I'm already married. I have to be responsible for my wife."

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I had been with Fiona for ten years, from university to graduation, and then to her successful career, becoming a famous female CEO in Alabama.

When we first got together, she said that we would get married after she graduated.

But on the day I was ready to propose, I saw her kissing another man in the alley behind the bar.

I rushed up and punched the man, pressing him to the ground and beating him until passersby called the police before I stopped.

After going home, we had a big fight, which was also the first time I got angry with her.

Fiona apologized quickly.

She explained that she was so happy to graduate and got a little drunk, mistaking a junior for me.

I listened to her sincere words and couldn't let go of the many years we had been together, so I chose to forgive her.

However, I never mentioned the proposal again.

She did the same.

Once you cheat, you cheat a million times.

All of that was just the beginning.

Every time Fiona and I fought, I knew she had a new man again.

However, she didn't even bother to act this time.

Today was the third day of our cold war.

Fiona posted on Instagram: [I want to date a male model. Any recommendations?]

Soon, there were comments from our mutual friends below the post.

[You two broke up again?]

[How long do you plan to make up this time?]

[Why? Isn't Miles good? He's obedient to you and capable. I heard he has brought a lot of revenue to your company.]

Fiona replied to the last comment.

[It's all because of me introducing him to my connections. Without me, he is nothing.]

[You can't say that. After all, you've been together for ten years. You're not young anymore. It's time to settle down.]

Fiona's reply was full of disdain: [It's because we're not young anymore that I realized he's not good in any aspect.]

I suddenly felt sarcastic.

Fiona was the one who said she liked a mature and steady man, but now she thought being young was better.

In fact, I heard a long time ago that she had been having a passionate affair with an intern who got into the company through the back door.

She took him on a business trip, deliberately separated themselves from others, and took a detour to Colorado for half a month before coming back.

When I saw their group photo on the intern's Instagram, my heart skipped a beat, but I quickly let it go.

Fiona had been using altitude sickness as an excuse to avoid the graduation trip we had planned for six years.

But she went to Breckenridge with someone else.