How Deep Is Your Love

Five years ago, I was a college freshman.

In Brad's words, when he pursued me, I was so pure that he felt sorry for me.

He truly loved me back then. He doted on me as well. He treated me like I was a precious treasure.

Our relationship was the longest that he ever had. I even got engaged to him before I graduated college.

It was a pity that I was already in ruins and my reputation was in tatters.

Everyone in the capital knew I had done plenty of shameless things to hold on to a wealthy catch like Brad.

At that time, he said he was tired of me being pure and simple. To pander to him, I forced myself to change and to blend into his dirty social circle. I forced myself to cater to his peculiar interests.

He wanted a woman who was flirtatious, and passionate. He liked a woman who was open and bold.

I endured the embarrassment and satisfied him.

However, what I got in return was his nasty words.

"You're shameless, Leah. Escorts aren't even as wild in bed as you are. Look at you now. Do you even look like a lady from an affluent family?"

He broke up with me.

Walter used my younger siblings to blackmail me.

To make Brad stay, I tried to take my own life.

At that moment, he told me, whose reputation was already in ruins, that he liked Zoe.

He liked that she was just like me five years ago.

I wanted to laugh, but I could not.

"I really like her. I want to make her my wife. She's not like you. She's very timid and very pure. I have to take responsibility for her," Brad said.

I wanted to say something, but my lips seemed glued together. I could not make a sound.

It took me a while to put on a forced smile, and I said, "Alright. I understand."

"I can talk to the Young family for you," he said.

"No need. I'll think of a way to take care of it myself," I said.

"Suit yourself."

He staggered to stand up, and he took out something from his pocket. He threw it on the coffee table, creating a thud.

My eyes widened.

That was the gift I exchanged with him when we got engaged.

It was a heart necklace that belonged to my late mother.

Brad had given a pair of emerald bracelets that his mother wore when she got married. Those were the bracelets that I was wearing at that moment.

"Take the bracelets off. Our engagement is off," he said.

I looked up at him. His eyes used to twinkle, but they were as cold as frost then.

It turned out that he was not going to marry me when he said he wanted to get married.

It turned out that five years of company was not comparable to the thrill of cheating with a new woman for just a few days.

I thought I would be sad and mentally break down, but I did not shed a tear.

I calmly took the bracelets off and returned them to him.

Brad raised his eyebrow a little. He seemed a little surprised.

However, he still accepted the bracelets and left without looking back.