My Boyfriend's Ex-girlfriend Challenges My Bottom Line

Frank lay quietly on the sofa, curled up, holding my hand tightly, mumbling softly.

"Eve, don't go."

I stood there, feeling the warmth of Frank's hand, and my heart softened.

I couldn't stop trembling.

How could I possibly let go after three years of love?

Once again, I carried Frank, who was completely drunk, struggling to walk out just as I had done countless times over the past three years.

For the first time, I realized how heavy Frank was. With each step toward the door, it seemed like I was using all my strength.

Sweat and tears mixed together. Everyone around us stared at me, but I couldn't care less.

After getting off the taxi and arriving at Frank's house, I threw him on the bed. I intended to take another good look at the man I had loved for three years.

But I just sighed and left.

After getting home, I didn't fall asleep until five in the morning.

I woke up again to Frank's phone ringing.

I answered the phone impatiently.

Frank suppressed his anger, seemingly angrier than me.

"Evelyn Ward, why didn't you wake me up and feed me with hangover remedy to sober me up?

"Don't you know I have a very important meeting today?"

-4

I woke up suddenly, shaking off the last remnants of sleep.

I chuckled.

"Frank, I'm not your maid."

Frank finally noticed my change in tone and softened his voice.

"Evelyn, I didn't mean to blame you.

"Isn't this how we've always been getting along?

"You didn't wipe my face yesterday, didn't help me with my slippers or wash my socks, didn't even remind me to drink my hangover remedy. I was just a bit puzzled."

Ha, just a bit puzzled?

Ignoring my feelings, blaming me the moment he woke up—was he puzzled for I suddenly realized I was not his servant?

I tried to calm down.

"Frank, let me say it again. I'm not your maid!"

He was silent for a moment and finally remembered something.

"Evelyn, what's wrong?"

"Who is Eve?"

The words slipped out of my mouth.

Frank chuckled lightly.

"Eve, what are you talking about?"

A chill ran through me, from my heart to my limbs.

"Frank, even now, are you still pretending?

"Evangeline Field is your ex-girlfriend, right?"

Frank remained silent, not saying a word for almost half a minute. It almost drove me crazy.

I yelled hysterically into the phone.

"Frank, say something!

"The first time you saw me, you mistook me for Evangeline Field, didn't you?

"I'm just a stand-in!"

I said a lot in one breath, constantly venting the emotions that had been suppressed in my heart for the past three years.

I never thought that something like this would happen to me.

Until I calmed down again, Frank finally spoke slowly.

"Eve, you must have heard wrong. I said Evelyn Field.

"Have you forgotten? We are already engaged. Isn't it normal to take your husband's name like in ancient times?"

"You can also call me Frank Ward."

"Oh, do I look so gullible?"

There was silence again from the other side.

I sighed deeply. "Frank, I think we really need to re-evaluate our relationship."