Our Love's Final Breakdown

When I woke up the next morning, Roland was asleep beside me. Perhaps it was a change in perspective, but the profile that once fascinated me now seemed rather bland.

I quickly got up, washed up and ran downstairs to buy breakfast. By the time Roland woke up, my breakfast time was nearing its end.

He sat at the table, waiting for me to bring the prepared breakfast to him like many mornings before. But instead, I went straight to the sink to wash the dishes and walked past him.

“Where’s my breakfast?”

I turned to look at him, my expression neutral. “From today on, let's each get our own breakfast. Besides, you always said the breakfast I made didn't suit your taste.”

Roland was very picky about food. To take good care of him, I used to get up early and make a variety of nutritious foods. But he always frowned, either complaining it was too hot or tasteless. Now that I'd figured it out, wouldn't it be better to use that time to sleep a bit longer or go for a morning run?

I expected him to be angry, but instead, he stayed silent for a moment and then grabbed my arm. “Selena, I was just too busy with work yesterday and genuinely forgot about the dinner with your parents...”

Even now, he was still lying and making excuses, but I was too tired to continue deceiving myself and playing dumb to go along with his poor performance.

“Was it really because of work?”

My words seemed to hit his nerve.

"Selena, what do you mean? You don't believe me? Then what do you think I was doing?"

He was about to continue, but I impatiently pulled up the screenshot of Lysandra's social media post from yesterday. "Did you really think I wouldn't recognize you just because your face wasn't showing?"

Roland had a red mole on the back of his right hand and I had one in the same spot on my left hand. I once took pride in this, believing we were a perfect match.

Roland's self-righteous attitude instantly deflated. "Yesterday was Lysandra's birthday. She doesn't have many friends in this city, so I just went to celebrate her birthday. Last night, I was going to pick you up, but Lysandra suddenly called and said there might have been a burglar at her place..."

I pulled my arm out of his grasp and nodded indifferently. "Yes, that makes sense."

He was stunned, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. He had probably prepared words to deal with my crying and complaining, but I didn't react as he expected.

“It’s my fault. I didn't manage my time well. I'll definitely accompany you to see your parents this weekend.”

I casually applied some lipstick and replied, “We’ll see.”

His expression softened and with a bit of awkwardness, he apologized and said, “I have a class reunion today. Why don't you come along?”

In the past, I would have happily agreed, then put on makeup and dressed up to go with him. I always thought that loving someone meant integrating into their circle.

He used to be very against it and never took me to his friends' gatherings. I once threw a tantrum over it, but he said, “What would you do there? You don’t know them.”

But more than once, I saw on Lysandra’s social media that he took her to his friends’ gatherings.

“No, I don't know them! Besides, our company has a team-building event today.”

I used to long to be with him every moment I had free time, so much so that I rarely attended company team-building activities over the years.

Once, my world revolved only around him, while his world included games, sports, friends and his "first love" Lysandra.

Now, I want to step out of that closed-off world and see the wonders outside.

After repeatedly and humbly seeking reconciliation, all met with my casual refusals, Roland's patience finally ran out. "Go if you want, I don't care!"

He slammed the door and left, while I leisurely changed into a beautiful dress. I felt particularly good after no longer caring about his mood. But I didn't expect the company team-building event and their gathering to be at the same place.