The End of This Love

"Amora, you should take care of the rest of the press conference. Rachel can't stay up late. I'll take her home."

Trevor left the venue with Rachel's hand in his without waiting for my response.

This was the first time that Trevor left me for another woman. And I was fully aware that if there was a first time, there would be several ones. At last, the boy who vowed to be with me forever betrayed his word.

After taking care of everything, it was already late when I returned home. I discovered that my room's belongings had been carelessly dumped into the living room as soon as I opened the door.

"I'm sorry, Amora," Rachel said, feigning regret as she turned to face me. “I'm going to move in. Trevor said I may choose which room I wanted. Strangely enough, it appears that we even like the same room!”

Rachel purposefully trod on my clothes that were spread on the floor. She looked to be referring to the room, but in reality, it was about a person.

Trevor gave me a chilly look as he left the study.

"What are you arguing about?"

When Rachel heard this, she grabbed Trevor's arm right away and angrily said, "I'm to blame for everything. My favorite room appears to be Amora's. She is upset and refuses to give it to me.”

I never wanted to punch someone’s face so bad until this moment.

Rachel acted as though she was unaware that the room belonged to me, even though the family was small. She only wanted to brag to me about how well regarded she was by Trevor.

How could Trevor, who had worked in business for so long, have missed Rachel being sneaky?

However, love was blind.

Trevor glanced at me impatiently as he shielded Rachel from me.

"It wasn't Rachel's intention. It's just about one room. You could just..."

"Well, you're right," I interrupted before Trevor could finish. “It's only a room. I'm going to get everything out now."

"This house has a lot of rooms," Trevor replied after pausing. “It is the same whether you live in another room. If you need anything, let me know.”

In my heart, I scoffed. What did Trevor believe he was doing? Did I get this in exchange for giving up my room? Trevor was always like this. He definitely didn't like me, but he kept giving me hope, purposefully confusing me. But this time, he overthought things. I had no intention of living shamelessly in this house.

"Amora, let me help you move beyond the rest of your things." Rachel boldly lifted her eyebrows. She appeared to be eagerly assisting, but all she wanted was for me to give her space as soon as possible.

Rachel feigned to have accidently knocked the crystal ball on my table to the ground.

"Rachel, are you okay? Is your hand hurting?” As though holding a priceless gem, Trevor hurried to Rachel's side, took her hand and carefully examined it.

"I'm fine, but it's unfortunate that I broke the crystal ball," Rachel said, waving her hand apologetically. “This was a present you gave to Amora. Amora, I'm sorry, I'll help you glue it, it should be able to be put together again."

Despite its low value, the crystal ball was the first present Trevor gave me. Even though Trevor offered me more expensive gifts later on, this childhood friendship present was the most valuable.

I still cherished this crystal ball and kept it in the bedroom's most noticeable location.

Without concern, Trevor looked at the rubble on the ground and remarked to Rachel in a calming voice…