history, I realized it was the fourth year.
Soon, comments flooded in:
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breaking us up.
Then Ethan posted the same picture, with the
caption: “Found what I’d lost.”
Olivia posted a long essay about their on-
again, off–again relationship, portraying
herself as the devoted heroine waiting for her
prince.
She completely ignored my relationship with
Ethan.
She twisted our years together into my one-
sided obsession.
She commented: “No matter how much
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others try to interfere, they can’t stop our
love.”
Within two hours, countless social media
accounts were praising their epic love story.
Me? I was the scheming villain, the
homewrecker. Olivia was the tragic first love
who went abroad for treatment, only to return
and rekindle her romance. They were the
star–crossed lovers, and I was the wicked
witch.
Ethan’s best friend privately messaged me,
forwarding their posts: “Don’t be sad. I’m not
trying to hurt you, just want you to be
prepared.”
“He’s not worth it ”
* day one of the Can’t you
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“Get lost if you know what’s good for you.
Don’t embarrass yourself.”
“It doesn’t matter how much you love him,
the first love always wins. A fake is a fake, no
matter how much surgery you get.”
Looking at the countdown timer on my phone,
I knew it was time to leave.
I didn’t want to pretend anymore. I wanted to
see the Grand Canyon for him.
The next day, I went shopping.
As I entered the mall, I saw them together,
clinging to each other.
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Overnight, Olivia had transformed. Radiant,
decked out in expensive designer clothes, she
looked like a proud peacock.
As if she wasn’t the one working in a nightclub yesterday.
My phone buzzed with notifications. Pictures of designer shopping bags filled the screen.
Her sweet voice came through the phone:
“Ethan’s taking me shopping. It’s so sad,
you’ve been together so long, and he never took you shopping, never bought you gifts, right?”
“I’ll tell him to bring you some. I have too
many,
I can’t use them all. And I think his
taste has gotten so bad since we broke up.”
“Maybe these bags will suit you better.”
A janitor accidentally bumped into her, and
she started cursing loudly. A far cry from the
sweet, innocent act she’d been putting on.
I noticed we did have something in common.
From the side, if you didn’t look closely, we
were almost identical.
Good
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Chapter 3
More messages popped up.
“I’m so sorry, Ethan didn’t mean to leave you
like that. If it wasn’t for the emergency, he
wouldn’t have been so rushed.”
“But you’ve had him for long enough. It’s time
to give him back.”
“Sorry you got all that hate online. Ethan was
all over me last night, I didn’t have a chance
to apologize.”
She even made sure to show the hickey on
her neck
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her neck.
I took a screenshot, saving the evidence.
I replied: “It’s fine. You two deserve each
other, a cheater and a homewrecker.”
Seeing my defiant message, Olivia’s face
changed.
Her eyes flashed with venom.
She rushed into Ethan’s arms, who had just come out of the fitting room, crying about how mean I was.
After hearing her exaggerated account, Ethan
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grabbed his phone, ready to defend her
honor.
Seconds later, my ringtone echoed behind
them.
Ethan, who had been furious, froze when he
saw me.
Olivia sobbed, “I just messaged Sarah to
apologize, and she called me a homewrecker
and you trash. It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t
have gotten sick and made you stay with me
all night.”
The moment Olivia cried, he turned back into
that cold, distant man.
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He held her, comforting her, telling her she
didn’t need to apologize.
Then he turned to me, his eyes icy.
“If you have a problem, take it up with me.
Olivia just recovered, why are you upsetting
her?”
“Can’t you be more considerate? Just like
they say online, you’re so vicious.”
“When did you become so petty?”
I stood there, dazed.
I thought, after all these years, he must have
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loved me.
Now I realized, he just lightly tried loving me,
then quickly withdrew, saving his heart for his
first love, far away.
Now that she was back, he poured his heart
out to her without reservation.
Suddenly, I envied Olivia, being loved so
completely. Someone once gave everything
for me too, but he was gone.
Olivia, ever so understanding, took his hand.
“Ethan, don’t be mad at Sarah. After all, she
was with you while I was gone. It’s natural for
her to be upset.”
“It doesn’t matter how long she was with me,
fifty years, a hundred years, it’s not even a
fraction as important as you.”
Before I could speak, Olivia said sadly, “Sarah, I’m so sorry. If it wasn’t for me, Ethan
wouldn’t have left you last night.”
“Don’t be mad at him, blame me.”
She glanced at me, a smug look in her eyes.
“Olivia, you have nothing to apologize for. Being with you is where I belong.” He glared at me. “No need to explain to irrelevant people.”
I watched their lovey–dovey act for a while
Join the bookshelf
I watched their lovey–dovey act for a while.
“Since you have someone new, you can come
get your stuff from the apartment.”
Ethan was stunned.
I turned and left without waiting for his reply.
Before I’d gone far, I received a text: “It’s fine
to find a stand–in to kill time, but you didn’t
have to pick such a pathetic one.”
I smiled sadly. Where could I find someone
better than him?
The countdown was getting closer. My list was almost complete.
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It was times like these that the longing I had
suppressed for him came flooding back.
Tears streamed down my face.
After a while, I realized my hands were
covered in cuts.
I was all alone.
I continued posting online as usual. The hate
messages kept coming.
I came back from grocery shopping and
found another text.
“Move on with your life. The dead can’t come
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back. Look forward.
I stared at the words for a long time.
I laughed humorlessly.
How could I ever forget?
