Mistaking Pretense For True Feelings

Brad was a little surprised. His expression changed and he looked at me seriously. “Tamara, don’t make me angry at all times, okay? I’m already very tired. I’m so tired from work every day in the company. Sophie is so tired. You still need me when something happens, so you can’t be considerate of me and you still make trouble.”

“Are you tired because of me? Does it have anything to do with me? Whoever makes you tired is the one you go to. I’m not your servant.”

Brad didn’t speak anymore, but came over to me, pulled me into his arms, lowered his head to kiss my lips...

I turned my head and avoided it.

His kiss fell on my face.

“Okay, okay, Tamara, don’t be angry anymore.”

He gave alms in a perfunctory tone, as if this would make me grateful and peaceful.

I pushed him away subconsciously, feeling a little disgusted.

In the past, when Brad made mistakes, he would explain the matter clearly to me and then seriously admitted his mistakes.

I also joked with him that this was a bit like the attitude of superiors and subordinates admitting their mistakes.

In fact, he just gave me a hug and kissed me.

He disdained such a method, saying it was an escape.

Now, for Sophie, he even resorted to the most disdainful methods.

I wiped my face in disgust and was about to enter the bedroom.

“Tamara, what do you mean? Do you dislike me?” He grabbed my arm and started to question.

My arm was so painful from his pinch that I tried my best to break free.

The skin turned red.

I didn’t bother to argue with him. “I’m mysophobic and I don’t want dirty man.”

“Why am I dirty? Sophie and I have nothing. She is my friend. In my heart, she is just like a man.”

“Oh, please figure out your sexual orientation first.”

Just as Brad was about to get angry, I had already closed the bedroom door.

Ten minutes later, I took his suitcase and threw it out the door.

“Tamara, why are you throwing things at me? Why are you so crazy?”

“Not only will I throw your things, I will also throw you out.”

I pushed him out as hard as I could and closed the door.

Outside the door, Brad was banging on the door and shouting, “Tamara, why did you kick me out?”

I opened the door and said, “Because I am the one who rented the house.”

After saying that, I put the dirty clothes on his head and closed the door again with a bang.

I didn’t want to cry, I had imagined this in my mind hundreds of times.

But I didn’t know why, when it came to this, I still felt heartbroken and suffocated.

I gave everything in my four-year relationship.

I put all my thoughts and all my emotions into Brad.

In the end, this was the result.

I was not willing to give in, but what could I do?

I couldn’t stand my boyfriend. He spent all day with other women and could abandon me at any time for that woman.

When choosing between two, I would always be the one left behind.

I just wanted it to be like that in the beginning, just each other.

Since we couldn’t do that, let’s not fight each other.

After adjusting my mood in the afternoon, I went to the locksmith to change the door lock.

The next day, when I was at work, I received an unknown number. As soon as I heard it was Brad’s voice, I hung up immediately and blocked the caller.

He called another number and was still blocked.

Just when I got home from get off work, I saw an unexpected person.

Sophie.

She came over and gave me a slap without saying anything.