When the man lunged at me with a knife, I struggled in sheer desperation.
I grabbed a brick and swung it wildly—blood splattered all over my face.
The next day, after leaving the police station, Rachel never came.
Instead, I saw two plane tickets posted on Tyler's social media.
[Just a minor cold but feeling down—my best friend immediately took me traveling to clear my head~]
The destination was Maldives—the place I had begged Rachel to go with me countless times.
Every time I brought it up, she would say our priority was saving money for marriage, not spending it on indulgences.
But when it came to Tyler, all talk of saving money vanished into thin air.
I let out a soft breath and wiped away my tears.
Then I remembered every visit to her parents' home, where I ran around serving the entire family without complaint.
Her mother would always press the family heirloom jade pendant into Tyler's hand, sighing again and again about how wonderful it would be if he and Rachel were a couple.
One incident after another. One moment after another.
I had always thought that as long as I loved Rachel enough, I could endure it all.
But now, I was exhausted.