My Boyfriend's Ex-girlfriend Challenges My Bottom Line

The door closed softly behind me, and I stood there, tears streaming down my face as I looked at Frank, who was still asleep.

I realized my uncertainty about Frank's feelings for me wasn't just my sensitivity and suspicion.

Frank really didn't love me.

All those subtle clues suddenly exploded in my mind.

Every time we go on a date, I always have to wait for Frank for a long time.

Once, I dressed up and put on makeup, even wearing daily disposable contacts. Just as Frank arrived, he answered a call.

"There's something at work, I have to go," he said to me.

Then he turned and left.

Whenever I messaged him, he never replied promptly.

Always at least half a day later, I would receive a casual message:

Last month, Frank, who never knew how to surprise me, suddenly messaged me to go out.

All day, I was immersed in romance and joy.

We sat together in a hot air balloon watching sunrise and sunset, and on a yacht, touching the soft fins of dolphins.

That day, we had many heartfelt conversations.

On our way back to school, he suddenly handed me a carefully wrapped bottle of ckOne perfume.

With a gentle press, the collision of citrus and bergamot lingered casually in the air.

Fresh and sweet, it was the most familiar scent on Frank.

I leaned towards him.

I leaned towards him, "So, my boyfriend knows how to surprise me, giving me his favorite perfume."

Frank spoke cheerfully, "Isn't today your birthday? I picked it especially for you, do you like it?"

I froze for a moment.

"My birthday is still two months away."

Frank fell silent. I felt his embarrassment and hurriedly defended him.

"I really like it, let's consider it a gift for our six-month anniversary."

Frank didn't say anything and parked the car on the side of the road.

Before I could react, he snatched the perfume from my hand, threw it into the trash can, and started the car again.

Looking at Frank, who remained silent beside me, I felt confused and embarrassed. My eyes turned red as I weakly spoke up.

"Frank, I really liked it..."

Frank didn't look at me, his tone returning to its usual indifference.

"It doesn't matter."

-3

That night, I couldn't sleep at all in the dormitory, unable to understand what was wrong with Frank.

At first I thought Frank was secretly upset and blaming himself for remembering my birthday wrong.

Now, it seemed that he suddenly realized I wasn't the person he wanted to give gifts to.

Well, what was the point of giving a gift to a substitute?

So, those wide-leg jeans and loose T-shirts he always gave me were also what Evangeline liked to wear?

He obviously knew I only liked wearing skirts, but every time he told me it wasn't safe to wear them.

I always attributed these actions to—Frank being four years older than me and not liking childish things, so he didn't understand romance.

Frank was just reserved in character, and he was busy with work.

Frank has a bad memory...

But now I could no longer deceive myself.

Where did he have a bad memory? After three years with me, he still called out the name of that woman when he was drunk.

Frank just didn't love me.

Looking at Frank, who was asleep in my arms, I felt nauseous.

I pushed him hard and got up to leave.