The End of Our Story, or A New Chapter?

With that, I left the private room.

After leaving the hotel, I wandered alone on the bustling street, recalling our shared past.

Oliver was very nice to me before Heather returned from abroad.

He fulfilled all my fantasies of what a perfect boyfriend should be and would give me everything I desired.

However, deep down, I always felt like something was missing in our relationship.

It was when Heather returned and I saw Oliver postponing his plan to pick her up that I realized I had never truly been his priority.

But it was he who had said he wanted to be with me forever.

Bitterness welled up in my heart, causing my eyes to turn slightly red.

Just then, a club not far away came into view.

Thinking it was still early, I went to get a small private room for myself.

Indulging myself into fun was a way of commemorating my foolish and lost love.

When my voice became hoarse from singing and I walked out slowly, it was already dark.

The bustling streets became deserted.

I was about to take a taxi to leave when a familiar car stopped in front of me.

The window of the back seat gradually rolled down, revealing Heather's smiling face before my eyes.

Under the dim street lights, I could clearly see the man sitting next to her.

Oliver, with his eyes closed, was napping, leaning back in the seat. He appeared relaxed and at ease.

He had never been like that in front of me.

"Amelia, it's late. Why don't you take our car back?" Heather suggested.

I gave her a cold gaze and refused, "No. It'll make me sick."

Heather's smile wavered when she heard my words. She looked at me with a half-smile and remarked, "How can you say that? If Oliver were to hear it, he would be hurt."

"Good then. You can keep his company and give him some comfort," I retorted mockingly.

I didn't bother to argue with her, so I walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.

Just as I got in the car, Kelly called.

The moment I answered, her voice came through, filled with anger.

"Amelia, have you really broken up with Oliver?"

"Anything wrong?" I asked.

She said through gritted teeth, her anger evident, "Good choice! He's drunk, and I wanted you to pick him up, but that shameless Heather showed up. Did you break up because of her?"

Upon hearing her words, I felt a little depressed.

Heather was the one whom Oliver had cherished, pursuing her for three long years and sharing his youth with her.

No wonder it was said that what men could never forget was their first love.

"Well, half of it. I just thought it through. It's better to choose someone who likes me rather than someone I like."

It was really tiring to keep giving.

I felt like I was torturing myself.

"Why is your voice so hoarse? Did you cry? How about I come to you right now and we have a few drinks together?" she inquired with concern.

I coughed helplessly a few times, feeling a slight soreness in my throat. "I just came out from singing, and that's why my voice is hoarse. Don't think too much."

"It's good that you can think positively. It's okay. You will definitely meet someone better in the future."

We talked for a short while before hanging up.

My throat hurt terribly, and it was dry and astringent.

Upon arriving home, I immediately drank water.

At this moment, my phone on the dining table began to vibrate.

I walked over and saw that it was a message from Oliver's mother, Lisha.

[Amelia, are you available tomorrow? I've prepared your favorite barbecued ribs and want to bring them to you tomorrow.]