Our Love's Final Breakdown

After finishing in the bathroom, I happened to pass by a private room. To my surprise, I saw Roland inside. His close friends were teasing him. "Roland, why isn't your girl blowing up your phone with calls and messages this time? Did you two have a fight?"

Roland had a sensitive stomach, but his group of friends always liked to push him to drink. Because of this, whenever he went out, I would often remind him to drink less. "So what if we had a fight? She's almost thirty, not eighteen or nineteen. Does she even dare to break up with me?" he retorted.

The people around him joined in the teasing, “Yeah, she’s almost an old woman now. Who would want her if she left you?”

“Roland, you’re just too responsible. Otherwise, you’d have kicked her out and been with Lysandra already.”

Roland rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated. “She’s hinted and suggested marriage many times already, it’s annoying…”

It turned out he wasn’t unaware of my desire to get married, he was just pretending not to know and avoiding the topic of marriage. I shook my head, intending to leave, when I heard Lysandra's voice behind me.

“Selena, you’ve followed us all the way here? Aren’t you being a bit too clingy with Roland?”

As she spoke, she pushed open the door to the private room and everyone inside turned to look at me in unison.

Roland’s friends exchanged glances as if saying, “Look, she’s followed us here again!”

Roland’s expression was inscrutable, leaning casually on the sofa with an air of confidence.

“You were so aloof this morning, saying you wouldn’t come, but it turns out you were secretly stalking us! Since you’re here, come in and greet everyone properly. What’s with the timid and petty attitude?”

I didn’t want to respond, but suddenly I remembered some past grudges. I had to get back at them today.

After Lysandra returned, she loudly announced that everyone should start playing games, with the loser having to drink as punishment. I knew she was deliberately trying to ignore me and make me uncomfortable, but I continued browsing my phone while keeping an eye on their activities. I was quite content despite her efforts.

Suddenly, there was another burst of noise from their side. Lysandra had lost. She leaned half against Roland, rubbing her temples. “Roland, I’m feeling dizzy and it seems like I’ve had too much to drink. Could you help me?”

Roland must have drunk quite a bit himself. Hearing Lysandra’s words, he frowned as he looked at the row of drinks in front of him.

The scene before me was reminiscent of a welcome party for Lysandra a year ago. That day was my birthday, but Roland, unusually, wasn’t to be found all day. Late at night, I received a call from an unknown number, which turned out to be Lysandra saying that Roland was drunk and asking me to pick him up. When I hurried to the private room, they were all laughing heartily. It turned out that Lysandra had lost at a game of Truth or Dare and had deliberately set me up. I was immediately infuriated and ready to leave when Roland leaned in and warned me, "Selena, everyone here is my friend. Don’t embarrass me!"

At that time, I still loved him deeply and sat back down despite my grievances. Just like tonight, when Lysandra lost and was punished with alcohol, she turned to Roland for help, even though he had already drunk quite a bit.

Knowing Roland had a sensitive stomach, I felt sorry for him. Under his weak pleas and coaxing, I ended up drinking the alcohol for him. Unfortunately, his friends seemed to get even more into the game. Roland, as if cursed, kept losing and in the end, I ended up in the hospital.

Instead of appreciating my sacrifice, he felt that my hospitalization ruined their fun and was annoyed.

"Selena, you see how uncomfortable Roland is. You’re the one who can drink the most, so come on, help him out!" Lysandra's words were filled with a sense of entitlement. "Roland, tell her to come over. She listens to you the most..."

Roland looked at me with a detached expression and casually waved me over. "I’m feeling unwell, so you should drink for me."

Finally, the moment I had been waiting for had arrived. I curled my lips into a smile and walked toward them with a beaming expression.