When Love No Longer Exists, Hatred Last Forever

I had called his name countless times, but never as calmly as I did now.

Everett's movements stiffened, saying in a low voice, "What did you say?"

We had always been very tactful with each other. Whenever we sensed we were about to have a fight, we would find another way to change the subject.

Because arguing broke relationships.

I didn't want to argue with him, but that didn't mean this tactic would suffice for a lifetime.

"Let's break up and I'll give you freedom."

I thought this was a decent way to break up.

There would be no entanglement or resentment towards each other after breaking up.

Everett remained silent, and his gaze fixed on my face.

He said, "Are you going to pick a fight with me just because of this minor issue?"

I met his gaze and walked silently into the room.

He continued, "Winona, explain what you are making a fuss about clearly."

I opened the closet and took out all the clothes in the corner.

The ring box he had hidden there before was indeed missing.

I pointed to the vacant spot, saying, "Today you invited my parents to dinner, but you were celebrating another woman's birthday, presenting her with a significant ring. Everett, what do you want me to think?"

I hadn't intended to be so forthright with him.

But I also didn't want to be labeled as unreasonable.

So, I made it clear.

Everett disagreed, frowned and said coldly, "Since we couldn't dine together today, I'll make it up tomorrow. As for the ring, it's just an ordinary piece of jewelry. Why do you care so much about it?"

"If you want, I'll buy you a few more tomorrow."

He always simplified all my concerns.

To him, anything resolvable with money was insignificant.

I sneered, "That won't be necessary. Buy them for whoever you fancy."

I had already thought about breaking up when I came back.

It would be meaningless to continue like this.

Everett couldn't understand my thoughts.

He said coldly, "You're not very composed today. Let's talk again when you've calmed down."

Without waiting for my response, he turned and left the house.

I stood there in silence. The surroundings were so quiet that it made me feel uneasy.

I had expected him to agree swiftly.

But he chose to avoid the breakup in this way.

I suddenly felt a little sick.

He had someone he couldn't let go of, so why did he cling to me and make everyone unhappy?

I took a moment to calm myself down.

Breaking up wasn't a unilateral decision. It required mutual agreement.

After that, I had no reason to linger.

My parents were both high school teachers. They were here for an academic conference and would leave in five days.

With nowhere to go, I packed my bags and relocated to a hotel.

When breaking up, it should be a clean break.

After finishing these things, I deleted all the contact information related to Everett.

When I calmed down, I gazed at the unfamiliar environment and recalled the past.

I harbored a crush on Everett for many years, but he didn't know.

He only knew that we were from the same university and I was his classmate.

And I was just one of his many classmates.

He was the college's student union president, outstanding and aloof, the unattainable pinnacle in everyone's eyes.

To stand by his side, I altered my study habits, and worked hard, rushing from the bottom of the class to the top three in the department.

I even took time out to join the student union to be closer to him.

After graduation, he took over his family's business, and I became a low-profile employee in his company.

Perhaps he took care of me because I was his classmate.

I fell into the so-called favoritism and couldn't extricate myself.