3
In my senior year, I was struggling with my thesis and worried about meeting Declan’s parents.
But in the end, I never got the chance.
I saw him in a restaurant, smiling at a woman, cutting steak for her, his every gesture filled with affection.
I had already been through this once.
I knew what it meant, I was cheated on again.
To save face, I spent 200 bucks to hire an underclassman to pretend to be my boyfriend.
That day I calmly broke up with him.
I thought Declan would try to keep me.
Turns out, he didn’t love me anymore.
He was so calm, he didn’t even take my words seriously.
He asked: “Adeline, what do you mean?”
“It means nothing, I don’t love you anymore.”
Why could he move on so quickly, and I couldn’t?
In the end, Declan smiled faintly.
“Adeline, you’re doing great.”
After that, I didn’t see him for three years.
“We’re here.”
My memories were cut short, and I got out of the car with Fiona.
How could Declan still have the nerve to be sarcastic with me?
He was the one who betrayed me first!
I didn’t expose him, already giving him enough face.
But I was still a bit sad.
Declan was the most intense light in my otherwise dull youth.
“Adeline, why do you seem off? Did my brother steal your soul?”
Fiona was excited: “It’s such a pity, if I didn’t have a sister–in–law, I would’ve set you two up.”
“Did you know? My brother is so devoted, he’s been with my sister–in–law for over three years now.”
In stark contrast to Fiona’s joy, my heart felt cold at that moment.
I couldn’t quite describe the feeling.
Was I mad at Declan for betraying me? Not really.
Just a bit resentful.
Seeing I was down, Fiona quickly arranged a gathering to cheer me up.
I almost never attended such chaotic events.
But thinking of Declan, I gritted my teeth and went.
Flona, being the little rich girl she is, gathered a room full of men.
Some were up–and–coming celebs.
These young boys kept calling me: “Sis.”
Who could resist that?
In the latter part, I got a bit tipsy and grabbed Fiona’s hand, asking what her sister–in–law was like.
I can’t really put the feeling into words.
Am I angry with Declan for betraying me? Not exactly.
It’s more of a lingering resentment.
Fiona noticed I wasn’t in the best of moods and immediately organized a get–together with some friends to lift my spirits.
I almost never attend these chaotic gatherings.
But thinking of Declan, I decided to grit my teeth and go.
Fiona, true to her little rich girl style, had filled the room with guys.
Some of them were even up–and–coming celebs.
These young men kept calling me “sis.”
Who could resist that?
Later on, feeling a bit tipsy, I clung to Fiona’s hand and asked her what her sister–in–law was like.
“Is your sister–in–law prettier than me?”
“Does she have a better figure than me? A bigger chest?”
