Kendrick immediately rushed out of the study, grabbing his coat in a hurry and said, "There's an emergency rescue mission. I need to go now!"
Before I could reply, Kendrick stormed out, as if he was truly on his way to save lives. Watching his flustered back, leaving without even closing the door, my heart clenched in pain.
He had loved Nikki for seven years, yet hadn't even earned the right to be her lapdog. She granted him the title of Backup Boyfriend No. 1 and he was thrilled for a long time.
I stood up, quietly shut the door and finally let the long-suppressed tears flow freely. Taking the anniversary gift I had prepared for our three-year relationship from my pocket, I tossed it into the trash. Kendrick, since you don't love me, I wouldn't love you anymore.
Half an hour later, I saw another post from Nikki: [He dropped everything to be with me because of our friend circle. He is worthy of being the number one backup boyfriend!]
The accompanying photo showed a man kneeling like a loyal dog at her feet, massaging her legs. On his wrist was the Rolex I had bought for him not long ago.