After that, I played the part of a struggling, pitiful girl and clung to him every day. It didn’t take long before we started dating, and soon the whole campus knew about it. People said I was a gold digger and that Damian was “taking care” of me.
I didn’t want to embarrass him, so I told him my family was actually quite wealthy. But he didn’t seem to care either way.
The four years we spent together weren’t filled with dramatic love stories, but our relationship was sweet and steady.
We rarely even fought.
That’s why I couldn’t accept it when he suddenly broke up with me. I needed to know why.
I looked at Damian on the stage and started walking toward him.
But before I could say anything, the woman stepped in front of me.
She was so short that she had to tilt her head back to look at me, and I had to look down to meet her eyes.
“You’ve got some nerve coming up here!” she spat.
She jumped up, swinging her hand to slap me, but I stepped back, avoiding her.
Frowning, I turned to Damian. “You broke up with me to marry this?”
“What nonsense are you spouting?” Damian strode over and slapped me across the face.