When the Love for Him Fades AwayChapter 1
Samuel hated me so much. He only called me an old woman because I was seven years older than him.
Not only he tortured me, but also allowed his friends to be rude to me. It was because his drunk friend made him call me “Cathy."
I used to work closely with his father as his secretary and his father often called me “Cathy."
At first, everyone thought I would marry...
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"Hey," The woman lifted her calf slightly and her white foot rested on my knee.
She tilted her head drunkenly, her eyes blurred.
The lights were dim and there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air.
I felt no ripples in my heart, I just felt funny. It was so funny that he was having an affair with such a promiscuous woman.
She felt bored and wanted to pull her legs back, but I grabbed her ankles. Her ankle was slender, seeming like it could snap with just a little force.
My heart was pounding like a drum, but I forced myself to remain calm. "Are you sober now? You'd better recognize who I am.”
I couldn't afford to panic at this moment. I let go of her hand and added, "You had quite the nerve to get involved with my fiancé on the eve of my wedding."