Dear Ex, Don't Come Near Me

Easton had been gone for a long time. He hadn't come back.

Time passed by every minute and second. I couldn't bear the pain. I ordered painkillers on a food delivery platform.

Just as I was about to put down my cell phone, I received a private message on Instagram.

It was a private account with a default avatar and a username.

The post about Kate living with the CEO was forwarded to me by this account.

I sighed.

"The little girl's thoughts are clear at a glance."

I clicked the link in the private message. The page redirected to a post that Kate had updated an hour ago.

She posted a video with a title. [My beloved is a world-renowned hero. He will come to protect me gloriously.]

According to Kate, those drunk hooligans had come to harass her again and threatened her with a knife.

Easton happened to arrive and blocked the knife for her in the chaos. Fortunately, the injury was not serious. He didn't need to go to the hospital.

At the end of the video, Kate filmed herself applying medicine to Easton. His good-looking profile face flashed by.

There was a comment below the video. [Such a handsome man... Why did you apply medicine to him only? Go into bed with him!]

Kate replied, {Well, folk, why are you more anxious than me? Give me some time. I promise to complete the task!]

Another netizen posted a photo and said, [Internet algorithm is so powerful. I was there today and captured the whole process. Is this you and the CEO, blogger?]

In the photo, Kate's face turned pale. Her clothes were disheveled, and she was tightly protected by Easton.

Easton endured the pain and looked at Kate in his arms determinedly and gently.

Suddenly, my heart ached.

A month ago, Easton called a group of people to go singing.

When I arrived at a karaoke bar, no one else had arrived yet. Easton said he and his colleagues would arrive late.

Not long after, a man pushed the door open. He was Easton's business friend, Matthew Moss.

Easton had mentioned him to me before, but I had no interaction with him.

During the conversation, Matthew unabashedly stared at me, sitting closer and closer to me.

When I had no way to retreat, he suddenly reached out and held me.

"You're so beautiful."

"You are much prettier than what Easton described."

I was stunned. I wanted to shout, but he covered my mouth.

"Easton said you don't look that great, but you're obedient. Whatever I do to you, it will be fine."

Matthew pinched the back of my neck, forcing me to get closer to him. Then he whispered in my ear with a frivolous tone, "I want to give it a try too."

Under the panic, I resisted violently.

The enraged man looked fierce and pressed the burning cigarette on the skin beside my collarbone.

I was in pain. I couldn't breathe, desperately rushing out of the door.

There was a commotion at the corner of the corridor.

A group of people surrounded Easton and Kate. They were walking towards me.

"Easton!" I called out to him.

He seemed to not hear me, holding Kate and entering the private box.

When passing by me, Kate glanced at me with a fake smile.

She wore a crystal-clear diamond necklace on her fair neck.

This necklace looked familiar.

When Easton went to France on a business trip, he took a photo of it, saying he would buy it for me.

Later, he said that he couldn't pass the customs with the necklace. Then there was no further story.

Late at night, Easton came back home with a strong smell of alcohol.

"Daisy, what's wrong with you tonight? Why did you leave first?"

Facing his dissatisfaction, I unbuttoned one button of my collar, revealing the blisters caused by burns.

He was surprised, asking with concern, "What happened?"

After I finished recounting what happened in the private box, he frowned and looked serious.

"Enough. Daisy!"

"I didn't expect that you would learn to use the tactic of pretending to be hurt to get my attention."

He pulled my hair and dragged me to the mirror, where I saw my messy hair and swollen eyes.

"Do you have delusions? Do you think you're a fairy?"

"Look at yourself. You are messy and dirty, like a sow. Matthew has seen many beautiful women. Why would he be interested in you?"

After saying that, he went to bed drunk, leaving me sitting in the living room and crying all night.

Afterward, Easton used a candlelight dinner as an apology for his drunken words.

I thought this matter had passed. When I saw the photo in Kate's comment section today, I vividly remembered the disdain in Easton's eyes when he looked at me back then.

I clenched my hands, my nails digging deep in my palms. Then I sent a message to my best friend.

[Do you know any familiar lawyers? I want to consult about getting divorced.]