No Longer Yours, Ex-Boyfriend

When he came back, he pinned the brooch on my chest as if it were a treasure. “It looks good. As long as Vanessa likes it, no matter how much I pay, it’s worth it.”

He would give me everything he thought was best.

Thinking of this, I smiled happily. “I also think Stephan treats me very well…”

They praised him enviously and someone asked, “Hey? Why hasn’t Mr. Marshall come back yet? Didn’t I just see him chatting with a girl? Where is he now?”

I looked around the living room on the first floor, but didn’t see Stephan.

Another person answered, “It seems he went to the garden. I saw him answer a phone call just now and then went out.”

I put down the goblet and said politely, “Have some snacks first. I’ll go find him.”

“Okay.”

When I arrived at the back garden, I saw a tall figure standing in front of the rose bushes, with his back to me, answering the phone.

In order not to disturb him at work, I lifted my skirt, tiptoed to a place a few meters away from him and waited quietly.

The evening breeze blew on my bare shoulders, bringing a slight chill. I touched my shoulders, which were covered with goose bumps and heard a vague sentence in the wind.

“What did you say? Bianca returned home?”

I paused, my eyes falling on Stephan who was a few meters away.

Having been with him for two years, I was able to notice the change in his mood almost instantly. His excitement was mixed with restraint and a hint of anticipation, which was completely different from his usual self.

Bianca.

I knew her.

She was Stephan’s childhood sweetheart.

In the few years before I appeared, she was the one who stayed by Stephan’s side.

They spent their youthful school years, the best time for boys and girls and they had each other.

However, the most ridiculous thing happened in the rich family. The elders of Marshall Group did not allow poor female students to climb up the rich family. Even though Bianca had excellent design talent, the two were still separated in the end. She was also forced to voluntarily go abroad.

Later, Stephan inherited the position of the head of the Marshall Group and took all the power into his own hands in a swift and resolute manner.

But he didn’t go to look for Bianca again.

Then I showed up and Stephan gave me all his love, as if to make up for his past self and I never asked him anything about Bianca.

The evening breeze was cool, I lowered my eyes, unable to sort out my thoughts for a moment.

At this time, Stephan finally hung up the phone, turned around and saw me. He hurried over, took off his suit jacket and put it on me. “Vanessa, why did you come out? It’s cold outside.”

I calmed down and smiled. “They were all waiting for you. They urged me to come out to find you. I saw you were busy with work, so I didn’t disturb you.”

“Well, I do have some work to do.” He looked away. “I can’t accompany you tonight, just stay at home and behave yourself.”

“Yeah, okay.”

As night fell, the birthday party ended quickly, leaving the living room in a mess.

The housekeeper, Audrey, said respectfully, “Mr. Marshall is busy with work. Miss Martin, you should also go and have a rest. I will clean up here.”

“No, you should rest first. I will collect these things tomorrow. I need to rest now and you will disturb me.”

“Okay, Miss Martin.”

After Audrey left, the clock pointed to twelve o’clock. I looked at the empty living room and suddenly felt a sense of depression rising slowly from the bottom of my heart.

In fact, it was my birthday now.

When I was 20 years old, which was also my birthday, my parents who loved me suddenly passed away and the Martin Family fell.