I Left Him and His Pleas Mean Nothing

"Jasmin!"

Gabriel opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopped.

Jasmin approached condescendingly, seemingly intrigued. "Gabriel said we're just fulfilling my grandmother's dream. Why do you care so much?"

I stared incredulously at the necklace around Jasmin's neck.

I wiped my eyes repeatedly to confirm what I saw.

Turning to Gabriel, I said, "I didn't expect you to start that early."

Jasmin shot back, "What started long ago? Don't spread rumors!

"I, Jasmin, am not the kind of person who would settle for being a mistress."

I ignored Jasmin and stared at Gabriel.

The necklace Jasmin wore was identical to the 10th wedding anniversary gift he had given me days ago.

He claimed it was a limited model from Swatch, but I remembered that the limited edition came with earrings, while the regular model only had the necklace.

The earrings on Jasmin's ears that kept shaking with her body were the same set.

Seeing my gaze, Jasmin quickly covered the earrings and necklace.

"I don't have good taste. I let Jasmin help me pick it out." Gabriel stood still, mumbling.

I interrupted him, "Alright, don't explain. Your attempts to cover your tracks are nauseating."

I lost interest in them and turned to hail a cab, heading home.

As I sat in the car, watching familiar scenes fade away, it felt like our life was rewinding.

I had been with Gabriel for so long that I almost forgot he was the one who pursued me first.

Back in school, I fainted from heatstroke during gym class.

He was young but unafraid, dispersing the crowd and using a silver needle to relieve my symptoms.

Despite being criticized by the teacher, he proudly declared, "I'm the 18th generation of Lopez's medical skill. My skills are beyond reproach."

Since then, my relationship with him had gradually become closer.

He often waited downstairs in my dorm, claiming he was visiting patients.

He also made nutritious meals for me, saying, "Look, you can get heatstroke just by being out in the sun. You're so weak. You need to take care of yourself."

Now, even when I told him I was dying, he thought I was strong.

How could this happen?

As for his mention of Jasmin's grandmother, I recalled a critical notice issued by the doctor a year ago.

On Jasmin's social media, her grandma looked healthy, not at death's door.

The limited edition necklace he gave me was something I had proudly shown off to my friends.

Now, I realized I had been a fool, played for a clown.

Learning the truth felt like being doused in cold water.

The groggy mind after the hangover also became clear at this moment.

I quickly grabbed my bag and rushed to the city hall.

When I arrived, Gabriel approached, seemingly about to speak, but was interrupted by Jasmin.

"Hanah, I'm sorry to trouble you. It's hard for you to make another trip."

"Gabriel just picked up the number. It should be our turn soon. Let's go in quickly," she said, pulling Gabriel's hand and walking inside.

Gabriel turned to me. "When you said you were going to die, you were lying, right?"

"Well, yes, that was just what I said in anger." I replied with a smile, betraying no emotion.

Gabriel turned away, looking relieved, and stepped inside.

"Gabriel, see? I told you Hanah looks great. How could that be true?" Jasmin chimed in.

"But my grandmother is dying. You know how fragile the elderly can be."

"If I wasn't pushed to the limit, I wouldn't have come up with this plan to avoid affecting your relationship with Hanah," Jasmin said, leaning against Gabriel, her large eyes reddening as if tears were about to fall.

Gabriel hugged her distressedly, "It's okay, don't worry. I'm here..."

Watching their performance, I couldn't take it anymore.

I stepped between them. "Can you two hurry up? Who was it that just yelled about needing a divorce?"