I Died When My Ex Tried To Get Back Together

“It has always been this way. He can’t live without me.”

Ken nodded. “True. Charles would never leave you. Everyone knows he’s madly in love with you. He’s put himself through countless stupid things for you.”

They were right.

I had loved her at the cost of my dignity. I had loved her into my emotional collapse. That was how I ended up with cancer.

There was a saying: the less committed person in a relationship always had the upper hand.

But I was no longer committed to the relationship. It was over.

I smiled bitterly and walked faster.

The next day, Debbie showed up at the company with her rumored new boyfriend.

My colleagues looked at me with concern.

I acted as if nothing had happened and submitted my resignation.

The HR manager was shocked.

“Charles, you’re a talented agent. Why quit now? Is it because Debbie found someone new?”

I pressed my lips together. I was tired of explaining myself.

People always believed that my existence revolved around Debbie, never around myself.

“Take it however you want.”

“But if you resign, Debbie will throw a fit,” the HR manager muttered, but he signed the papers anyway.

I was finally free.

I returned to the office. Debbie came over, arm in arm with George.

“Charles, what do you think of my new boyfriend?”

I glanced at him. “He’s pretty.”

She was startled. “Charles, you’ve changed.”

I had indeed changed.

The old me had been possessive. I always questioned her whenever she had rumored relationships with male celebrities.

I was jealous and constantly anxious like a madman.

She sent George away and studied me carefully.

“Charles, it has been two days. Are you done making a scene? I only missed one proposal. Do you really need to be this angry? Are you not even coming home now? I told you, after all these years, I’ll give you the answer you want. Why can’t you just trust me?”

My body was failing, and I had lived on liquid food for days.

Anything I ate came straight back up.

Maybe it was what she said, or maybe it was my stomach. A wave of nausea surged up, and I vomited in front of her.

Her expression darkened. “Charles, what’s that supposed to mean? Do you still want me to marry you or not?”

I wiped my mouth with a tissue.

“I just felt sick.”

She froze, then stormed off.

“You’re impossible!”

For the first time, I did not feel pain.

I continued the handover of my work until evening.

Ken came by and handed me a ticket for the re-release of “Dreamland.”

“You know Debbie. She can be careless sometimes, but you matter a lot to her. You mentioned you wanted to watch this movie, and she bought the ticket immediately. See you at the cinema entrance at 9 p.m. tonight.”

I stared at the ticket, and I understood.

That was her way of making up. It was her way of asking for peace.

After thinking about it, I took the ticket. She owed me at least that much.

It was 9 pm.. I arrived at the cinema right on time.

Debbie appeared beside me in a hat and mask, completely disguised.

Behind her stood a man wearing the same getup. It was George.

I looked toward him, and Debbie explained to me in a soft voice, “Our new series is about to air. You know how it is. We need publicity.”

I did not mind it at all. I walked into the theater and took my seat.