Eternal Love's Delayed Repayment

After work, I came back home tired, only to see Mark Hill hugging his ex-girlfriend Dora Moore intimately, and the people around them were constantly cheering.

"Dora, today is your birthday. I can fulfill any wish you have!" Mark said loudly in front of everyone.

Then Dora pointed at me and said with a smug grin, "I want you to stick her in the ground."

Mark dragged me to the yard outside without hesitation, pressed my face into the mud and rubbed it repeatedly.

While doing it, he smiled and asked Dora, "Hahaha, are you satisfied now?"

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"No, hahaha, try harder. So funny!"

Her laughter lingered in my ears.

Of course, Mark's friends were also laughing, and many of them were even taking pictures with their mobile phones.

"Haha, I have to record this and post it online now. As the vice president of Shermine Group, she was rarely embarrassed like this!"

That piece of land was where I planted flowers in the past, and there were still some dead branches in the soil, so my face was immediately scratched with countless wounds, and blood slowly flowed out from those wounds.

But I didn't feel any pain at all, because at that moment, it seemed like some part of my body had died.

I slowly shook off the dirt and dead branches that were clinging to my head.

I was not angry, and I was even surprisingly calm. I stared at Mark as if I was staring at the air.

"Hahaha, come on, today is Dora's birthday. Go clean up. Dora and I just made a bet, and I lost. She said she wanted you to watch us kiss passionately for ten minutes."

Mark still had a cheerful look on his face, as if what had just happened and what he was saying now were just a little joke.

I ignored him and just walked up to the second floor woodenly.

I returned to the bedroom and closed the door. My eyes instantly became wet.

Mark and I were classmates in college. He was the most handsome boy on campus. I always considered it a great honor for me to be with him.

Maybe deep down, in order to bridge the gap between us, I was like a simp to treat him after we got together.

He wanted to release an album, so I sold the gold bracelet my mother left me.

He wanted to concentrate on music, so I worked hard to support the family and paid for his musical instruments, which cost tens of thousands of dollars.

He made a lot of friends and they always made a mess in the house. In the end, I was the one who quietly cleared up the mess.

Even he and Dora had an unclear relationship, I pretended not to see it.

As long as he was happy, I didn't mind that.

But I never thought that my tolerance and flattery would eventually lead to such a result.

"Come out quickly. Dora wants to toast you a glass of wine!"

The bedroom door was pushed open and Mark spoke to me in a commanding tone.

I glanced at him indifferently, "I'm allergic to alcohol, you know."

But beside him, Dora said coquettishly, "Mark, I don't care. I want her to drink!"

Then Dora half appeared from the door and sneered at me, "Ella Scott, why are you so petty? We were just joking just now. Could it be that you take it seriously?"

Joking?

Now I was disheveled, with blood oozing from my face, and almost disfigured. They were just joking?

I was the vice president of Shermine Group and a well-known young entrepreneur in the city. They had posted my embarrassing situation online and made fun of me. They were just joking?

If she thought it was a joke, she should be treated like me.

I didn't say that because I didn't bother to say a word to her.

"I know you're allergic to alcohol, but today is Dora's birthday. Don't spoil the fun.

"Besides, even if you are allergic to alcohol, you won't die if you drink one glass."