Eight Years of Love, No More Seeing Each Other

I heard the laughter of Scott and Celia's friends behind me.

"Andrea, a woman who is supported by Scott. What right does she have to lose her temper?"

"That's right, we have been together for eight years and she doesn't even give me this little trust. It's really shameful."

"That's because our Celia is too important."

"That's right, everyone knows that Celia is the treasure of our Scott, who is Andrea?"

Indeed, I was nothing.

Then goodbye, Scott.

After returning home, I went to the bathroom to clean up my embarrassed self and clean the wound on my forehead.

Although there was a lot of blood, fortunately, the wound was not deep.

After cleaning myself up, I returned to the living room and saw Scott and Celia enter the house.

The moment he saw me, the gentle smile on Scott's face disappeared.

"Look at yourself. You just took a shower and didn't blow dry your hair. Water droplets are everywhere. Celia is worried about your injury and insists on coming back to see you. I told her that you were fine. You always pretend to be pitiful to get sympathy."

The contempt in his eyes and the disgust on his face once again hit my heart hard.

I had a lot of hair and Scott liked my long hair, so he never let me cut my hair.

But I always disliked that it took too long to blow dry my hair and my hands got sore from holding the hair dryer.

So Scott used to coax me patiently.

"Andrea, be good, I'll blow it for you. I will blow your hair for the rest of my life. I, Scott, am Andrea's exclusive lifelong hairstylist."

But now Scott thought I was unkempt just because I took a shower and didn't blow dry my hair.

The difference between love and not love was really obvious.

Before I could speak, Celia got into my cloakroom.

A moment later, her exclamation came out.

"Wow, Andrea, your dressing room is too big. Scott is so good to you, I envy you so much."

She continued as she walked out with a bag, "Wow, is this a classic model of the Macsas brand? It is no longer available now. I have been looking for this bag for a long time. Andrea, can you give me this bag? I really like this model. But this model has been around for many years and I can't find it at all. I have found many purchasing agents and sales but still can't buy it. Yours looks no different from a new one and this bag is not expensive. Please, give it to me."

I didn't answer but just looked at Scott.

Scott and I went through a difficult entrepreneurial period together.

This bag was a gift from Scott when he signed the first big order and it was also my first luxury bag.

This bag was not expensive, it was just an ordinary basic entry-level model.

But for me, it had extraordinary meaning; it witnessed the difficulties that Scott and I had gone through.

So even though my cloakroom had a wall of bags and many bags that were more expensive than it, I never wanted to use it.

Scott clearly knew what this bag meant to me, but he still frowned and spoke.

"Celia is talking to you, are you deaf? You don't usually carry this bag. Since Celia likes it, give it to her."