No More Love for the Woman Who Hurt Me

When the audience was immersed in the joy, a portrait appeared on the big screen.

The portrait was of Christopher Zangwill.

"This painting is my gift to Christopher. From now on, I will only paint for you."

I was stunned. My girlfriend and I had been together for five years.

Tatiana Sand was an art student before she became a star.

She was gifted in art.

Back then, she often asked me to be her model.

"Don't move, or I'll blame you if I fail to draw well!"

But every time, I would fool around and not let her paint seriously.

"Harry, from now on, I will only paint for you."

With that, she would sneak a kiss on my face.

How ridiculous these words had become now!

Christopher took off his hat, revealing his sharp jawline.

He spoke to my girlfriend word by word seriously.

"I love you, Tatiana."

I immediately clutched the computer screen, hoping that my girlfriend would not give him any response other than a slap in his face before storming away.

However, what I thought was wrong.

"I love you, too, Christopher."

With my girlfriend's response, the atmosphere on the scene reached a climax.

It was supposed to be an awards ceremony.

Now, it had become Tatiana and Christopher's public display of affection.