My Boyfriend Begged Me Not To Leave

“Victor.”

He paused for a moment when he heard me address him by his name.

I told him how I felt, and he immediately pressed himself against me.

“Darling, are you upset because I didn’t come back last night?”

He always liked to tease me like this.

“Darling, it’s all my fault. I’ll be sure to satisfy you in bed every night.”

His usual sweet words made my stomach turn today.

When he took off his shirt, I saw the hickey on his chest.

When we were intimate, he never let me leave a mark on him. He said that we were too old to be doing that. However, I found out that he would let another person do that.

He then touched my ankle.

I felt a tearing pain in my ankle. I pushed him aside forcefully, and tears started streaming down my face. I was unsure whether it was from disgust or pain.

“Let me go!”

Victor was half-dressed, and he immediately looked concerned when he saw my tears. He asked, “Darling, are you sick?”

“My ankle!”

My cast was so visible, but he only saw it after I mentioned it.

His expression changed.

“What’s wrong with your ankle? Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?”

He seemed to have forgotten that he was the one who pushed me down the stairs in order to chase after Charlotte.

His concern seemed like a joke, but I was not interested in reminding him.

“Darling, I was only away for a night, and you’ve already gotten yourself injured! What would you do without me?”

He wiped my tears away with a concerned look on his face. Then, he turned around to pour me a glass of water.

“Poor thing! My heart breaks when I see you cry.”

I looked at his back and felt the pain in my ankle as I smiled bitterly.

He had taken great care of me for nine years. I had never pictured a life without him.

However, throughout those nine years, how much of it was he sincerely taking care of me, and how much of it was he using me as a projection of Charlotte?

I felt extremely disgusted by this relationship.

That night, I said I wanted to sleep in the guest room because of my ankle. He was hugging me tightly under the duvet.

I pushed him aside. He was about to hug me again when his phone screen suddenly lit up.

“Darling, my friend is in a bad mood. I’m going to talk to him for a bit.”

Victor went into the study.

When I was scrolling through social media, I saw Victor’s friend’s post.

[Charlotte is indeed the only one who can get Victor out this late at night!]

I liked the post and immediately switched off the lights and slept.