Don't Say Sorry. You're Not Worthy

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I felt like I couldn't breathe, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed, hurting so much.

As long as I still loved him, I couldn't remain indifferent.

Caleb came from a prestigious family, and was a scion of a wealthy family.

Originally, I shouldn't have had any connection with him.

Unfortunately, I fell in love with him during college.

We had countless beautiful memories during our four years in college.

But all of these were destroyed by an accident.

I numbly dealt with these scandals.

But this time, the star became very famous.

Simple public relations didn't work well.

I held a press conference to clarify for the two of them.

The initial plan was for him and me to show affection in front of the reporters and say that Miss Walker was a good friend of ours.

That was why we were so close.

But on the day of the press conference, Caleb was late.

Reporters and I were waiting anxiously, and my heart was pounding.

An indistinct premonition came to my mind.

"Caleb, don't be so cruel!"

I silently pray.

A reporter holding a mobile phone shouts, "Mr. Stanley is having dinner with Miss Walker."

In that second, my heart truly broke.

Numbly, I picked up my phone and opened Twitter.

The hottest topic was that Miss Walker and Mr. Stanley were having dinner at a top restaurant.

And this tweet was posted by Rose herself.

Caption: [He loves me.]

It was a blatant provocation.

My mind went blank as I watched it appear repeatedly on Rose's Twitter, that man smiling indulgently at the camera.

After confirming it repeatedly, I looked up, and the reporters' cameras were aimed at me.

"Ms. Strock, what are your thoughts on your husband having dinner with another woman?"

"Ms. Strock, today you are here to clarify things between Mr. Stanley and Miss Walker, but Mr. Stanley is having a candlelight dinner with her. Do you think your husband is cheating on you?"

"Ms. Strock..."

What was even more embarrassing than clarification was being slapped in the face.

The reporters chased after me like dogs smelling meat.

Each piercing question felt like a knife stabbing my chest.

It was too absurd.

"Caleb, I'm really fed up!"

I returned to our home with a disheveled appearance.

I sat in the dark living room all night without turning on the lights. When the clock's hands had passed midnight,

Caleb was back.

The lights were turned on, and I sat alone on the sofa, like a soulless doll.

Caleb was startled and walked towards me, sitting across from me.

"It seems like I've gone too far today. I saw many netizens criticizing you on Twitter."

He casually said this sentence.

Originally, he also knew how much harm his actions would bring to me.

I didn't respond, and I no longer had the energy to argue with him as loudly as before.

To satisfy his wicked interest, he would make me cry helplessly.

Every time I cried for him, he would laugh happily.

It seemed that the sadder I cried, the more delighted he became.

He held my chin and said word by word, "You drove Jacqueline away. She is suffering abroad. You don't even have right to cry here!"

At that time, I never understood what Jacqueline going abroad had to do with me.

Later, I understood.

Jacqueline was Caleb's childhood sweetheart, the one he loved deeply.

Back then, I had a one-night stand with him, and I didn't even know why.

After having a drink, I ended up in his bed.

This scene happened to be seen by Jacqueline, and she was heartbroken.

She said I was a bad woman who destroyed her relationship with Caleb.

After she went abroad, Caleb seemed to have changed.

He said he wanted to take responsibility for me and proposed to me.

But at this point, I realize that four years of us cannot compare to his childhood sweetheart.

He just wanted to torture me, and his true love was only for his childhood sweetheart.