"We've broken up. I have no right to persuade him," I declared, making no attempt to conceal it.
The words sounded in the private room, leaving surprise and disbelief etched on the faces of those present.
It seemed that they didn't expect me to be so decisive.
After all, they were well aware that I had been the one to pursue Oliver initially and had invested the most in our relationship.
I smiled and stood up. "I'm sorry, but I just remembered that I have something to deal with. I got to go."
With that, I left the private room.
After leaving the hotel, I wandered alone on the bustling street, recalling our shared past.
Oliver was very nice to me before Heather returned from abroad.
He fulfilled all my fantasies of what a perfect boyfriend should be and would give me everything I desired.
However, deep down, I always felt like something was missing in our relationship.
It was when Heather returned and I saw Oliver postponing his plan to pick her up that I realized I had never truly been his priority.
But it was he who had said he wanted to be with me forever.
Bitterness welled up in my heart, causing my eyes to turn slightly red.
Just then, a club not far away came into view.