Love Transferred
Chapter 1
Another fight with Mark, and I didn’t bother to
chase after him this time.
My friends tried to talk some sense into me. “He’s just stubborn, all bark and no bite.”
“A difficult guy needs a patient lover.”
But I was honestly tired. I didn’t want to be
the one to always back down.
Years of silent treatment, arguments, and
avoidance had left me exhausted and
confused.
Was he really just stubborn, or did he just not
love me anymore?
So, when he threatened to break up with me
again, I said, “Let’s break up.”
I said it.
Mark clearly froze.
But I just kept my head down and continued
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speaking.
“I’ll pack my things and leave as soon as
possible.”
“We can forget about everything we bought
together; you can keep it all.”
“And the clothes you have at my place,
please pick them up when you can.”
“Or I can ship them to you…
The only sound in the quiet room was my
voice.
Mark’s face shifted from gloomy to
expressionless.
He suddenly interrupted me.
“What about Pudding? How do we split him?”
Pudding was a stray cat I’d found near my
apartment complex.
I adopted him, covered all his expenses.
But he wasn’t affectionate towards me; eight
out of ten times, he wouldn’t let me hold him.
He even scratched my wrists a few times.
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Mark, on the other hand, was usually
indifferent towards him, never bothering to
care for him.
Yet Pudding would rub against Mark, purring
and cuddling him.
“You can keep him.
I let out a breath.
Even if I loved him, this kind of preferential
treatment was disheartening.
“Sarah,”
Mark said, his voice tight with anger,
“You
missed Valentine’s Day, and now you’re
throwing a tantrum?”
But wasn’t it Mark who brought up breaking
up first?
Maybe he forgot.
After all, he always used the threat of
breaking up. Since it worked on me, it
became his go–to tactic.
“I told you, my flight was delayed, that’s why I
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came home late.”
Mark just scoffed.
“Excuse. Why didn’t you book an earlier
flight?”
I’d been working non–stop for over ten hours
on that business trip.
I barely managed to catch the flight home
that day.
But Mark wouldn’t listen; he’d find a hundred
more reasons to blame me.
So I fell silent, feeling a deep sense of
powerlessness.
Mark walked towards the door, then turned
back, his tone cold.
“I won’t come back until you admit you’re
wrong.”
I said, “We’re broken up.
But Mark didn’t seem to hear me.
He tilted his head, continuing as if to himself.
“I’ll give you another chance. My anger isn’t
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just about you being late.”
This was the first time he’d said something
like this; usually, he just slammed the door.
Although his tone was still harsh.
“Think about it and come apologize to me.”
I sat on the couch for a long time.
Then, dragging my weary body, I cleaned up
the living room.
I even fished the Valentine’s Day gift out of
the trash can.
I’d run around dozens of stores overseas,
carefully choosing that gift.
But the recipient hadn’t even glanced at it, let
alone cherished it.
So it was as worthless as the mess scattered
on the floor.
After cleaning the living room, I went to my
room to pack my things.
This was Mark’s apartment.
The entire place was filled with traces of my
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presence.
The mugs, blankets, and dinnerware we’d
chosen together…
I packed only a few clothes and grabbed my
suitcase.
As I reached the door, a flash of yellow
darted out.
As if trying to stop me, Pudding lay down in
the middle of the living room, refusing to
move.
His round eyes stared fixedly at me.
When I first found him, he was dirty and
skinny, clearly malnourished.
Now his fur was fluffy and glossy; he looked
adorable.
I crouched down, and this time, Pudding,
unusually, didn’t resist my touch.
I stroked his head.
“I’m leaving. He’ll take care of you now.”
Pudding probably liked this outcome.
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After all, he always preferred Mark.
Unlike me, he never showed me any affection.
I gently removed Pudding’s claws from my
pants leg.
Ignoring his insistent meows, I picked up my
suitcase and left.
At the apartment complex entrance, I received
a call.
It was Mark’s friend, his voice accusatory.
“Sarah, why are you fighting with Mark
again? He’s been drinking, and nobody can
stop him.”
“Come quickly, get him home, he’s about to
wreck my bar.”
I felt helpless.
“I don’t know why he’s angry. He just flipped
the table as soon as he walked in.”
There was a pause on the other end of the
line, a tone of surprise.
“You don’t know? Mark found out you had
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dinner with another guy, and he even drove
you back to your hotel. He’s jealous.”
I explained, “He was a client; dinner was
purely business. He drove me because it was
raining, and I couldn’t find a cab.”
So that was the real reason for Mark’s anger.
Mark had always been like this.
He’d get jealous and angry if I spoke to
another guy.
I knew it was because he loved me and was
possessive.
But now, I only felt exhausted.
“I can explain everything, but I just don’t
understand.”
