Rebirth: Leave Her and Find True Love

It was Cynthia.

After the call was connected, she yelled on the other end of the phone, "Samuel, how dare you ignore my messages and calls?!"

Indeed, this was the first time in two years of our relationship that I was indifferent to her.

Yet, she couldn't stand it.

"Come over here now. Let's talk face-to-face!"

Cynthia sent me a hotel address.

The average price of those hotel rooms was more than one hundred dollars per night.

It was incredibly cheaper than the rooms she usually checked into with her beloved.

I didn't give her any money.

I wondered what she wanted to tell me.

In the hotel room, Cynthia was dressed in a miniskirt, revealing her curvy figure.

When I arrived, she sat on the bed, glaring at me with tears in her eyes.

"What's the matter? Why did you get a room but not come to my apartment to talk?"

I got straight to the point.

When we first started dating, Cynthia hugged my arm and said coquettishly that she wanted to live with me, asking me to rent a place outside.

From the very beginning, I decided to marry her and start a family with her.

So, I agreed and rented a small house.

But Cynthia changed her mind.

She stammered out that her parents did not approve of her moving out.

Though disappointed, I didn't complain.

I was unaware that it was just because her beloved, Vincent Roberts, had broken up with his girlfriend and returned to Cynthia.

During that time, they had been living in a dilapidated rented room.

Once they planned to go out and get a room, she would find ways to ask me for money.

Just like now.

Cynthia looked at me pitifully.

"Samuel, you promised to treat me well for the rest of your life and spend all the money you earned on me.

"Why? It's only two thousand dollars now. Are you reluctant to give it to me?"

I gazed at her indifferently.

Cynthia had a pretty and charming face. By current aesthetic standards, she was a classic sweet girl.

In my previous life, I was fascinated by her appearance.

Fearless of sudden death from staying up late, I was afraid that Cynthia would lose her temper with me and break up with me.

But now, what a fucking breakup! I was unwilling to be brainwashed by her anymore.

"I have no money.

"You know I've transferred all my money to you. I only have 12 dollars."

My firm statement annoyed Cynthia.

She wept bitterly, as if I had done something terrible wrong.

"You have no money. Is this an excuse? Why don't you earn more? Will you say the same thing when we get married?

"If I need money urgently, will you just brush me off with a few words like this?"