Since You Don’t Love Me, Don’t Waste My Time

"I'll have a team-building event tonight. You don't have to wait for me."

On the day of the wedding anniversary, I planned to pick her up from work downstairs but saw her with another man acting intimately all the way into the car.

I followed them to the hotel and watched them kiss passionately. I didn't disturb them but returned to the car.

In the passenger seat, there were flowers, cakes, and her favorite platinum bag.

I sat in the car and waited quietly until they checked out and separated.

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"Honey, why did you smoke so much and come back so late?"

Seeing that I had returned, Miley Walter helped me take off my jacket enthusiastically.

She was wearing a tight black lace dress, and her hair was half dry. Obviously, she had just come back, and there was the fragrance of shampoo on her hair.

Seeing that I was silent, she ran into the kitchen and handed me a glass of milk.

It was my habit of having milk before going to bed.

"Don't smoke so much next time."

Miley held a glass of milk and looked at me with complaint in her eyes.

If it were in the past, I would have hugged her to express my gratitude, but now I just felt it hard to breathe.

I was so exhausted and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Then I saw a stack of black miniskirts on the washing machine in the bathroom.

There were still traces of another man on it. It rucked up seriously with threads on it. Just by looking at them, one could tell that they had really passionate sex today.

Just as I was staring at it, Miley rushed in and snatched the clothes quickly from my hands. She then explained hastily.

"Someone spit on it today. I haven't had time to wash it."

She slipped away soon with her dress.

When I finished washing up and went back to bed, Miley was looking at the ceiling with a silly smile. She didn't even stop smiling until I came in.

"Do you remember what day it is today?"

There was some expectation in her eyes. She stood up and asked me.

"I don't know."

I could only answer her casually.

Miley was a little absent-minded. She lay back down with her back to me.

Then she took out her mobile phone and replied something quickly, letting out a low and silly laugh.

On my bedside table were photos of us traveling all over the world.

Everyone viewed us as a perfect couple.

Miley put down her phone and suddenly rode on me, teasing me.

"Today is an important day. Shall we do it once?"

She caressed my body casually.

I just felt as uncomfortable as if I had been bitten by an ant.

At this moment, Miley's phone suddenly vibrated. A man's name flashed across the screen.

She quickly turned over, grabbed her phone, and ran to her locker room to answer the call.

It wasn't hard to guess who could make Miley stop at this time in the middle of the night.

She stayed in the locker room and talked for nearly an hour without showing any signs of stopping.

Her voice sounded light and lively as she tried to be coquettish and flirtatious from time to time. It sounded like she was just a little girl who had just fallen in love.

I walked to the balcony and continued smoking.

I met Miley on the first day I worked in my father's company as an unknown staff member.

I hid my identity just to learn some real skills.

Miley was the receptionist of the company, and she was the one who had welcomed me.

At that time, I was just a newcomer. In her eyes, I was poor and dull.

After I found out that I liked her, I helped her many times in secret.

It was me who helped her to become the general manager's assistant gradually.

She got promoted so quickly that many people in the company were jealous of her.

But under my instructions, no one dared to talk about it.

I pursued her passionately and finally won her heart.

But I knew that my parents wouldn't accept her.

Therefore, I fought against my parents and abandoned everything in my family just to be together with Miley.

I thought that as long as we loved each other, I could earn money and give her everything by myself, and we could afford to buy a big house and cars one day.

But one day, a new manager was appointed to the headquarters. He was called Marshall Olson, Miley's first love and ex-boyfriend.

Marshall was tall, handsome, and rich. All the girls in the company liked him.

In addition, he was a senior executive at such a young age, so there were a lot of girls chasing after him.

From that day on, I noticed that Miley, who was usually dressed in a simple style, changed her dressing style.

The skirt she wore was getting shorter and shorter, and she was always wearing a shirt with a big collar and high heels.

It was actually not an appropriate uniform.

Every day, before going out, Miley would check in the mirror for a long time and put on exquisite makeup.

I teased her that day.

"Your underwear is exposed."

But she answered subconsciously.

"That's exactly what I want."

When she came to her senses, she added quickly.

"It's cool to wear like this."

At that time, I didn't realize the meaning of her words.

Every time I saw that she was getting mature and beautiful, I felt sweet in my heart. All I wanted was just stay with her and live a happy and simple life.

Today was our wedding anniversary. I wanted to give her a surprise like Marshall did, but until now did I realize that I had been treated so terribly.