The Boy I Grew Up With Broke Me

Tears suddenly rolled down my cheeks and a bitter smile appeared on the corners of my lips as I confronted, “So? You want me to look at the child you had with another woman every day and remind me of the mistakes you made every day?”

“Calvin, I can't do it. Sorry.”

As soon as I finished speaking, he roared, “Okay, remember what you said and don't regret it if you can!”

“What man with this family background doesn't have a lover outside? I've handed Freida over to you. I've done my best.” 

“If you can accept it, we will get married. If not, get out of my life. I will still choose my child no matter what.”

After the call ended, my disheveled figure was reflected in the French window.

Suite No. 13520 was once his favorite date spot.

He said it was filled with memories of our love.

Valentine's Day, birthdays, anniversaries.

The room almost became ours alone.

But that time, I was the only one who still remembered it.

Calvin told my parents of the news of the broken engagement and they immediately called to inquire about it.

“Terrie, what happened? Why did Calvin say you wanted to break off the engagement? This is not a joke. You can't fool around.”

I buried my body deeply in the quilt, my voice choked as I answered, “His lover is pregnant.”

“What man doesn't make mistakes? Just get rid of the baby….”

I immediately interrupted, “I'm not going to break off the engagement, I'm just changing the person, you know him, Carlos.”

My father swallowed his words of persuasion, while my mother was so surprised that she lost her voice.

“Carlos? Aren't you two sworn enemies? Have you forgotten that he almost burned your hair when you were a child?”

I smiled and tried my best to keep my tone light as I explained, “That’s why, I want to marry him and torture him for the rest of my life.”

I tossed and turned, the pain from the wound in my abdomen kept me awake all night.

The next morning, I contacted the agent to sell the wedding house.

I went back to pack my things, I saw Calvin's private plane still parked on the lawn.

When I opened the door, I could see a wall full of heartwarming photos. But the figure in the photo was not me, it was Freida.

Arctic glaciers, the Eiffel Tower, the burned Notre Dame. He took Freida to all the places we had been to together.

He once said that he hated taking photos, since being in a high position, who knew what those reporters and opponents would do with his photos.

No matter how much I begged and promised, we never had a photo together.

But that time, Freida had become his exception.

The two stopped under the photo wall, Freida touched her not-so-obvious belly with a cute smile as she asked, “Calvin, when the baby is born, let's take him out to play, okay? 

“He must like these places. After all, once I said that, the baby suddenly kicked me as if he agreed.”

The sound of the door opening attracted the attention of both people.

He turned around and saw me appear.

Freida knelt straight in front of me, hugged my waist and begged me, admitting her mistake, “Terrie, it's my fault. I didn't keep my promise to stay abroad. Please don't blame me, okay?

“I really like Calvin so much. I swear, I will leave after the baby is born and will not be a nuisance to you."

Without waiting for me to speak, Calvin sneered twice, “You don't need to apologize to her. You met me because you were drugged. So, I am the one who owes you.”

He looked up at me and explained, “Terrie, I have already found out who drugged me. That company will close within a month.

“Freida is innocent and was forced to do something wrong. You shouldn't blame her. I can let this matter go. Just apologize and let it go.”