Right from the beginning of their relationship, you were consistently preparing carefully packed lunch boxes for him, putting love and attention into every meal you made, even though he hardly ever expressed his appreciation.

Today, you gathered the items for him, packing a lunch box, a small snack, and a token gift as a tangible expression of the significance he held in your life.

Just as you were preparing to head to class, you caught snippets of Aaron's conversation with his friends, his head casually resting on the shoulder of another girl.

Although witnessing his infidelity was nothing new, you had become oddly indifferent to it over time, seemingly blind to his betrayals due to your intense infatuation with him.

"How are things going with your latest toy, Runna?" His friend inquired, his words making you pause abruptly as you caught snippets of their conversation from behind the corner, eavesdropping on them.

A wave of confusion washed over you, causing your eyes to widen in bewilderment at the word "plaything," wondering what his friend could possibly mean by that.

"Ah, it's all your guys' fault that I have to deal with her nonsense," he lamented, his tone cold and dismissive.

"It's because of that stupid bet that I don't want to have anything to do with her. It's embarrassing to have a nerd girl like her as my girlfriend. I find everything she does absolutely sickening."

He spoke, his voice laced with irritation and disdain as he thought about Runna.