I came to the balcony and looked into the night. Through the pouring rain and lightning, I felt that the whole world had become silent.
After five years, our relationship was on the verge of bearing fruit. Everything I cared about probably was not as important as her ex-boyfriend.
Soon, Natalya sent a message. [I will marry you, but Spencer needs me more now.]
The next morning, Natalya called, asking me to pick her up by car.
I ignored her and hung up the phone directly.
Three days later, my mother called, saying that Natalya was crying at her place and asking me to go there quickly to apologize to Natalya.
I answered briefly, "Got it."
...
Without much explanation, I hung up the phone.
In the past, whenever we had a conflict, Natalya would complain to my mom, saying that I bullied her. My mom would help her.
Back then, no matter how unhappy I was, as long as she did so, coupled with my mom scolding me, I would give in and take the initiative to apologize to her.
But when I apologized, she would look smug, saying, "Do you know you're wrong? Will you dare to do it again next time?"
Afterward, she would give me some petty gifts to dissipate my dissatisfaction.