"Let's break up. I'm tired of being the only one who wants to fix this broken relationship."

Indeed, those words came out of your mouth because you were already exhausted by Deon's indifferent attitude toward you. In the past, his words were so sweet when he tried to get close to you. His romantic treatment made you drift away, intoxicated by his charm. One thing you have only just realized is that a person's nature can change quickly once they lose interest.

"No, we will never break up." His tone was heavy. Deon tossed his coat onto the sofa, then sat down while drinking a canned beverage beside him.

"Why? Wouldn't it be easier for you to approach younger and more beautiful women if we broke up?"

"That may be true, but no matter what, people have known us as a perfect couple all this time. And I don't want to destroy the image we've worked so hard to build."

He answered calmly, still staring at his phone screen, busy chatting with his mistress.

"Damn it, if I had known from the beginning that you were like this, I would never have accepted your confession. If time could be turned back, I would reject that brief love you gave me, Deon..."

You ran into the bathroom, turned on the sink faucet, and stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your face looked terrible now; wrinkles had begun to appear because you cried far too often. Your hands trembled as you remembered Deon's cold and heartless response.

In the past, he was the man who always tried to win your love. But now, everything had changed. His love had faded and disappeared, as if swallowed by the ocean waves. You tried to calm yourself and stepped out of the bathroom, hoping that at least Deon would apologize or comfort you for a moment.

"It's good that you're out of the bathroom. I'm going out for a while. My friend is sick." Deon put on his coat and left the apartment. How cruel. You knew he was visiting his female friend who was ill. And yet, today was your birthday-and he had forgotten it.