My Girlfriend Got Cancer, But I Dumped Her

I could no longer endure this betrayal.

I flung open the door, removed my hat, and tore off my mask in front of everyone.

Caroline was startled, "Honey..."

She quickly shifted to a less intimate tone, asking, "Micah, why are you here?"

I replied with a cold smile, "I work here. Why else would I be here? You claimed to be home watching dramas, yet here you are, drinking with someone else?

"Caroline, do you find cheating funny? You, the daughter of the Wilson Group, have toyed with me, a man from the bottom of society, for five years!

"You've never lacked money, yet you waste my hard-earned cash. To you, money is just numbers. But to me, it's the hope of survival. You heartless woman, I misjudged you."

A group of men in the box stood up, glaring at me, their red wine glasses gripped tightly as if ready to strike.

Jasper sneered, "So you are Caroline's useless boyfriend! Do you know who we are? How dare you yell here? I can ensure you won't see tomorrow's sun."

Anger surged within me. "Caroline! You'd better give me an explanation now!"

As I spoke, the men advanced, surrounding me.

"Get out of the way!"

Caroline's voice was familiar yet chilling.

She approached, looking down at me disdainfully, her gaze as if I were a piece of garbage.

"Micah, I was thinking about how to tell you the truth without hurting your self-esteem.

"But it seems you already know.

"So be it."

My vision blurred with rage. "What do you mean 'so be it.'? Caroline, explain it to me clearly."

Caroline turned elegantly, exposing her smooth back, and coldly commanded, "Throw him out."

In an instant, I was punched and kicked, the pain igniting my adrenaline as I fought back.

The wealthy boys dared to smash a wine bottle over my head, my blood mingling with tears as my vision faded.

I was dragged out of the box.

Before I lost consciousness, I caught a glimpse of Caroline's gaze.

She was looking at me.

Would she feel heartbroken over my injuries?

Probably not.

My heart felt like it was being sliced open, tears and blood flowing together.

My years of love had finally gone to waste.

I was thrown into the bushes outside the bar, and the rich guys urinated on me as they walked away.

The night wind stung.

It was painfully cold.

I might as well have died like this.