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I was infuriated by their shameless behavior.
“Apologize to her? Keep dreaming!”
My ride had just arrived.
I slammed the car door and left without looking back.
During the few days I stayed at the hotel, I enjoyed a very peaceful time without any troublesome people or matters bothering me.
But Mom sent me a text message.
“Olivia, it’s my birthday today. Come back home. I wasn’t going to let you come, but Chloe begged me to invite you. Remember to thank her when you see her.”
Of course I hadn’t forgotten her birthday.
But I would no longer be like before, starting preparations a week in advance to organize the venue and gifts, determined to give her a heartwarming birthday celebration.
Of course, I wouldn’t be going back either.
That place was no longer my home, and she was no longer my mother.
Around noon, I was enjoying a nice meal.
Probably because she hadn’t seen me show up, Mom impatiently sent another text, “Why aren’t you here yet? Even Ryan has arrived. What kind of daughter are you, not being here yet?”
“I’m not blaming you for not preparing a birthday party for me this year. Are you still upset about that slap?”
“Can’t you learn to be kind and forgiving like Chloe?”
I read it with a cold laugh.
What kind of mother would say such things?
It was ruining my appetite.
I promptly blocked her number.
My phone had barely been quiet for a moment when Ryan called.
Where are you? Stop throwing a tantrum and hurry over Otherwise people will think your mom and Chloe did something to make you skin.
11:05 AM
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“Where are you? Stop throwing a tantrum and hurry over. Otherwise people will think your mom and Chloe did something to make you skip your own mother’s birthday party.”
I replied flatly: “I’ve broken up with you. It’s not appropriate for me to go.”
He caught my implied meaning and laughed, “Hey! That thing with me and Chloe was just a joke! How could you take it seriously? You’re the only one I love.”
“Whether you love me or not doesn’t matter to me anymore.”
“Olivia Young, who do you think you are?” Ryan snatched the phone from his friend and snapped coldly, “Break up if you want. You’ll be the one regretting it.”
I listened expressionlessly, about to hang up.
He suddenly softened his tone, “Olivia, how can you be so cold–hearted? Leaving just like that, breaking up just like that…”
If this had happened before, I definitely would have softened when he spoke to me gently like this.
No matter how badly he treated me, I would have easily forgiven him.
But now, I had revoked that privilege.
So I hung up the phone indifferently and deleted the contact information for all his friends.
From now on, we would go our separate ways, never to meet again.
