Ending My Seven-Year Relationship with My Secret Boyfriend

“What’s the matter? Spit it out,” Yves said bluntly.

Feigning a hint of shyness, Shairine cast a quick glance my way before addressing him. “Yves, you know how Jason and I grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Even though we’ve broken up and gotten back together a few times, we still have feelings for each other.”

“It was my fault for suggesting we break up during our last fight. This time, I want to confess and get back together with him. Can you two help me?”

If I hadn’t lived through my past life, I might have immediately declared that Jason loved me and would never agree to get back with her. I would have told her to give up.

But because of everything I experienced in my past life, I knew clearly that Jason cared deeply for her. They were meant to be together.

“Sure, that’s no trouble at all. Honestly, everyone can tell Jason still has feelings for you. If you confess, it’ll definitely work out!” Yves responded matter-of-factly.

A smile of confidence spread across Shairine’s face as she looked at me with an air of triumph.

I remained indifferent, not taking it to heart.

Two days later, Yves and Jason’s friends had planned the perfect confession setup. They all agreed that true feelings were revealed in moments of crisis, so the idea was to take everyone to a mountain stream for a whitewater rafting trip.

When we reached the destination, I initially refused to go since I didn’t know how to swim, but Shairine grabbed my hand and insisted I join them on the raft.

Shairine was terrified of water and clung tightly to Jason.

Yves, understanding the unspoken plan, stepped aside to give them space and sat down next to me.

As the raft drifted down the stream, Shairine was so frightened that she practically threw herself onto Jason.

Instead of pushing her away, he gently patted her back and reassured her, “Don’t be scared, I’m here.”

His voice was incredibly soft and patient, as if soothing a child.

For a fleeting moment, I was reminded of our early days of marriage in my past life.

Back then, I was full of hope for our lives together. I took it upon myself to handle every detail of our home, believing that my efforts would make him feel the warmth of a family.

But one night, after I picked him up from a drunken night out, I overheard him venting to Shairine.

In his drunken stupor, he muttered, “I feel like I didn’t marry a wife—I married a nanny. She has to control everything and nags me nonstop. I don’t even want to go home anymore.”

“You, on the other hand, are so much better. You know when to give me space and never make me feel annoyed.”

Before I could process the bitter memory, a nearby raft lost control and collided violently with ours, snapping me back to the present.

It was too late to react. The impact rocked our raft so hard, and I was about to pull Yves to steady myself, but someone grabbed my arm instead.

Before I could respond, I was yanked off balance and plunged into the stream with a loud splash.

The icy water filled my mouth and throat, leaving me gasping for air as I struggled frantically.

In the haze of my panic, I caught a glimpse of Jason jumping off the raft.

For a brief moment, hope flickered in my heart as I waved my arms, desperate for him to notice me.

But I watched, with crushing clarity, as he swam straight past me without hesitation—to save Shairine.

Zoey, what are you still hoping for?

I wanted to laugh at myself but couldn’t even muster the strength.

Thankfully, Yves reached me in time and pulled me back to shore.

As I caught my breath, still trembling from the ordeal, he suddenly said, “The confession setup is ready. Let’s go watch the show.”

He grabbed my hand and led me to the grass field.

On the lawn, Jason’s friends had arranged a giant heart made of fresh flowers. Inside the heart were mementos from their relationship: handwritten love letters, photos they’d taken together, and various gifts exchanged on holidays and birthdays.

Jason stood there, drenched and visibly stunned as he took it all in.

Shairine, holding a bouquet of flowers, stepped in front of him and began pouring her heart out, confessing her love for him.

A gentle breeze swept by, stirring ripples in the calm waters of my heart.

I told myself that they loved each other, and being together was the best arrangement.

When the cheers and shouts from the crowd urging him to accept her confession grew louder, I joined in, clapping and calling out, “Say yes! Be together!”

Jason turned to me, his expression was one of utter disbelief.

“Zoey, are you out of your mind? Did you forget that I’m your boyfriend?” he said.