I cursed under my breath, "Go to hell, you bastard," and hung up decisively.
After putting my phone away, I took screenshots of our chat records, group photos, and all the gifts he had given me over the years, then posted them on Facebook.
"I am the heroine of this mistress scandal, but I am not the mistress. I wonder who really is? I think Mr. Robinson and Ms. Warren know the answer."
"I collapsed the moment I learned about the wedding between the Robinson and Warren families. I suddenly realized that my eight-year love was just a fling in Mr. Robinson's eyes. I was merely his long-term companion. He could have ended things with me before proposing to Ms. Warren, but he chose not to."
"He wants a well-behaved, docile lover and a wife who can keep up with him in the business world. How can anyone expect to have the best of both worlds?"
"I had stopped bothering them, but they fabricated a lie about my infidelity to force me out. This was the first time I realized just how generous Mr. Robinson was, willing to label himself as just a guest in our relationship."