After I hung up, bitterness filled my chest. I had wasted ten years on a piece of trash.
On the day I was discharged, Olivia returned. She got home late at night. I had just finished washing the piled-up clothes and was zoning out on the balcony. I was holding a condom I found in her pocket.
Olivia appeared downstairs with Judas, the two of them hugging each other passionately. The scene stabbed me right in the heart. It was so painful I could barely breathe.
Once upon a time, Olivia and I were just as loving. She was my senior. When I was a sophomore, she was already starting her own business.
Every time I returned to campus, she would hold my hand and reluctantly kiss and hug me, hoping I could stay a little longer.
I thought such a passionate love would lead to a beautiful ending. So I turned down Jade's plan to move overseas and chose to stay in the country to support Olivia's business. But in the end, this was how it turned out.
I heard the door open behind me, followed by Olivia's complaints, "What the hell? Why is the house such a mess?"
She frowned as she scanned the room. Olivia had a cleanliness obsession.