One after another, his good buddies would cover for him. But it turned out, his so-called business was actually spending time with his official girlfriend.
Three years of memories, all too vivid. The pain turned into hatred, hatred for my own foolishness in believing that was love.
Utterly disappointed, I called my brother with tears in my eyes: "I want to come home."
"Had enough of wandering? I told you long ago, why give up being a young rich lady to become a small clerk in Altheris? Now you see how harsh society can be, huh? So, when are you coming back?"
"Tomorrow night’s flight!"
"That soon?"
"Yes, very soon."
After hanging up, a message from Michael popped up on WhatsApp. It was a picture of fireworks blooming, with a giant heart shape filled with thousands of tiny hearts, taken from the angle of a yacht. It was a photo taken by Michael himself.
[Do you like it? I knew you would, I took it just for you.]
He gave the grand wedding ceremony to someone else but kept the pictures for me. Michael was not only frugal but also very cunning. Tears fell onto my screen as I enlarged Michael's insincere words.
"Like my heart, it’s full of you. Romantic, isn't it?"