The Most Disgusting Valentine's Day

This morning, one of my classmates who owned a jewelry store posted a comment on my Instagram.

[I didn't believe you were so vain at first, but after seeing you showing off your diamond ring, I believed it. It's so funny. Your diamond ring is fake.]

Rock's stammering in defense was so funny that I laughed out loud.

"I won't act with you. You can return this diamond ring and compensate that couple."

Rock was more heartbroken than I was.

"How come you become like this? Diamond rings are just a lie for women. I'll buy you another one. I guarantee you that others won't be able to tell it's fake. Are you satisfied?"

"I'm not a vain person, but I don't like you, a hypocritical loser. Let's break up!"

After I said this, we were both stunned. I suddenly felt relaxed all over.

The next second, a slap hit me in the face.

Before I could recover from the severe pain, I saw Rock's twisted face.

"How dare you break up with me? During the five years we've been together, you spent my eight thousand dollars. Now you want to run away?"

Rock had always been gentle and calm, and he had never hit me before.

But at this moment, he hit the girl he said he would protect for his whole life.

I screamed, "I always split the bill with you. I spent more than eight thousand dollars on you!"

I tried to run away, but he grabbed my hair and pulled me back in anger, causing pain in my scalp.

The door suddenly opened, and I looked up at my savior who came in.

It was Rock's sister Vivian Smith. We had always had a good relationship, and she often asked me to buy things for her.

"Vivian, help me! Rock is crazy!"

Vivian walked up to me with a worried look on her face and grabbed Rock. Just when I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she said some cruel words.

"Rock, how can you hit a girl in the face and leave marks? It will be embarrassing if she tells others about this."

She turned to me and said, "Olivia, Rock has such a good temper. Why did you drive him into a corner? Aren't you just scolded by netizens? What's the big deal?"

I looked at them in disbelief.

Hearing what Vivian said, Rock raised his fist again ferociously.

As Vivian stepped back, she locked the door and excitedly raised her phone to take photos.

"After you beat her, she will obey you."

My mobile phone!

While I was beaten, I crawled to the coffee table, picked up my cell phone, and rushed to my room as fast as I could to lock the door.

Rock tried to grab me but only tore off some of my hair.

There was the sound of banging on the door and Vivian's hypocritical persuasion.

"Olivia, Rock is just saying that out of anger. You have announced your relationship on Instagram, and my family has also acknowledged you. You are making it difficult for us."

Then she lowered her voice to persuade Rock, "Just beat her to make her listen to you. You know it's not easy to find a girlfriend who is so easy to fool."

I couldn't tell which was louder, the sound of the door banging or my heartbeat.

Finally, I found that number. I dialed it and shouted desperately, "Help! Please help me!"

The next moment, Rock broke in and walked towards me step by step like a devil.