My Girlfriend Asked Me to Get Back Together

Marilyn's post on Instagram suddenly amused me.

I recalled a time when I upset her, but in reality, she was being unreasonable.

She packed up her belongings and slammed the door. No matter how much I begged her, she was unwilling to go back.

Then, she took a taxi to Yves' residence.

She video-called me in the middle of the night.

In the camera, she rested in Yves' arms, threatening me to pick her up quickly.

If I couldn't arrive there within an hour, she might sleep with him.

Without hesitation, I drove over.

I drove at around 120 mph the whole way and ended up losing five or six points for speeding.

I even almost had a car accident.

Upon reflection, I found myself really naive back then.

I came to the company and gave a preliminary report on the progress of my project.

My boss was very satisfied with it.

In just one night, I had sorted out the general framework of the project in an orderly manner.

My boss attached great importance to the project and also assigned it to another person.

It was Aurora Murphy from the next department.

She was a popular beauty in the company.

We occasionally ran into each other in our daily lives.

After talking to her, I discovered that she was my schoolmate but a grade below me.

"You are alumni. You must work hard to make this project a success."

If the project could be successfully completed, we could both go to the company headquarters.

I usually thought of Marilyn when I was working.

From time to time, I would take out my cell phone and send a message to her.

Although she didn't respond most of the time and even complained I was annoying, I still enjoyed doing so.

But today, I kept concentrating on my project.

She didn't even cross my mind at all.

After I got off work in the afternoon, she actually called me.

"What do you mean? I've been out all day. Don't you even contact me?"

Perhaps she was in the habit of blaming me. She found fault with me all the time, even though she was wrong.

"Spend your time with Yves."

Since I had already decided to break up, I didn't want to have any hesitation.

"You..."

My reply annoyed Marilyn so much that she was speechless and simply hung up.

It felt so good not to have to care about someone.

Back at home, I made a simple dinner.

In the past, I always cooked for her, even though Marilyn often came home very late.

If she returned and saw there was no food for her in the refrigerator, she would scold me.

After a few days of coldness, she finally took the initiative to send a message.

"You must pick me up tonight."

It was too dangerous to drive late at night, so I'd rather sleep peacefully.