Thank You For Your Special Invitation

And he was 18 years old ten years ago.

How did they manage to hide the truth and pretend to be strangers under my nose for so many years?

I always felt that it was my luck to meet Marvin.

He was a deputy chief physician with a bright future. He was only 30 years old and had the qualifications to be promoted to chief physician. He was 185 cm tall and his appearance was so good that patients could post videos of him on the Internet.

Such a perfect man fell in love with me and pursued me madly.

At first, I had a strong sense of unreality.

But I was soon convinced by the sense of security he brought.

There was no woman around him and his life was a straight line, except for the hospital and home.

There was no password on his mobile phone, I could check it at will.

He would never forget the sense of ceremony for all festivals.

On the night when he confessed to me, he prepared a car of roses, which was the ultimate romance.

He pursued me for two years and no matter how I refused, he would never give up.

My friends only envied me. “Yolanda, you must have saved the universe in your previous life!”

I was from a single-parent family. I didn’t want to step into the grave of marriage, but because of him, I mustered up the courage.

I thought I could get rid of the influence of my original family and reverse the statement that “marriage is a grave.”

Unexpectedly, a love song made me suddenly realize that one of my feet had already stepped into the grave.

I sat back on the sofa in the KTV in a panic. My friends urged me to sing a song. In the chaos and noise, I refused, but my eyes were fixed on the mobile phone on the table.

It was Marvin’s mobile phone.

Although his mobile phone had no password and although he once said that I could look at it at will, in three years of love, I never checked his mobile phone once.

I didn’t know where the confidence came from, I was almost blind to him.

But at this moment, I couldn’t hold back any longer and picked up his mobile phone like a thief.

I began to quickly look through his WhatsApp.

In the chat history between him and Fiona, there were only some New Year’s greetings, nothing unusual.

And all the social platforms were completely normal.

Just when I was full of doubts and wanted to put my phone back on the table, Marvin’s Apple Pay account suddenly reminded me that there was a deposit information.

In a panic, I accidentally clicked it and this extremely unintentional action completely solved all my doubts.

It turned out that for so many years, the two of them had been chatting in the transfer interface of Apple Pay!

I was so shocked that I was sweating all over and I kept scrolling up the chat history with my eyes wide open.

Transfer 13140: [Fiona, Happy New Year! I haven’t seen you for nearly half a year. I miss you.]

Transfer 5200: [Fiona, did you eat cakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival? Do you remember the cakes we made together in school in the second year of high school? I made some more today and sent them to you, remember to check.]

I remembered that time.

Marvin, who never cooked, suddenly made cakes.

I just took a bite out of curiosity and he said coldly, “This is what the hospital requires for patients to eat.”

I pouted. “It’s not something precious, why do you care?”

Marvin sighed and coaxed me patiently, “Okay, I’ll make it for you alone in the future, okay?”

But that incident was over and he never made cakes again.

Now I knew where the cakes were, it turned out to be my best friend.

I continued to scroll up without blinking and the more I read, the colder I felt.

Finally, when I saw Marvin’s first transfer message, cold sweat fell directly on my forehead on the phone screen.