Never Trust Your Best Friend

Just as I was leaving, I saw Cici coming out, with makeup on.

I called out to her.

She looked at me, surprised, and said, "Why haven't you left yet, Sonia? I'm going out to buy something."

"John just broke up with me. Can you accompany me?" I said, feeling a bit painful.

"Really? It just shows that he doesn't truly appreciate you." At that moment, her phone rang, and she glanced at it and hung up. She patted me nervously.

"I have to go, Sonia; come back quickly," after saying that, she walked away quickly, utterly disregarding my plea for company.

I didn't know if it was just my imagination, but when she heard that I broke up, she seemed to have a hint of satisfaction on her face.

I had been with John for nearly three years. John was recognized as a talented person in the IT department, and he was handsome and favored by many girls.

I accidentally met John in my sophomore year when I went to the computer department to find Cici. He led me to find Cici.

Since then, he had often asked me to have meals together and to go to the library with me.

Finally, he confessed to me on a starry night.

He had his own pride. Although he came from a poor family, he worked very hard and looked down on those rich second-generation who were only superficial. So, I never had a suitable opportunity to reveal my family situation to him. I originally planned to tell him after graduation.

But his strong character was something I really admire about him.

Now, he broke up with me without even listening to my explanation.

My tears couldn't be controlled and flowed out.

This damn day.

That night, no matter how I contacted John, he didn't respond.