Vincent frowned and said some unpleasant words at will.
Seeing that my face darkened, he waved his hands helplessly.
"That's not what I meant. Wendy, you are usually very considerate. Why do you act weird today?
"The weather is nice today. How about we go shopping?" Vincent said in a condescending tone.
He used to hate accompanying me shopping.
At that time, I thought he didn't like shopping, but later I realized he just didn't want to appear in public with me as a couple.
He was afraid that my age would be discovered and it would embarrass him.
Now he took the initiative to suggest going shopping for the first time, but I shook my head indifferently.
"No, I have something else to do at the company. I'll leave first."
Vincent's angry voice sounded behind me, but I didn't coax him.
When I opened my Facebook, I received a new message.
It was sent by that girl.
[Why do you cling to a man who is seven years younger than you? How shameless you are! Vincent likes me. Please stop pestering him.]
Although these words were vicious, I felt very calm.
I was still worried whether Vincent had deceived the girl's feelings.
Now it seemed that I was overthinking.
Lucy Smith knew everything, but she still chose to be the mistress.
[It is Vincent who has been pestering me.] I replied to her.
After all, there was a seven-year age difference between Vincent and me.
If Vincent hadn't cared about me all the time before, I wouldn't have agreed to his pursuit.
But I would never have imagined back then that the boy who always said "Wendy, you are so beautiful" would now despise and hate me so much.
Ignoring Lucy's provocation, I focused on my work.
After completing almost all the formalities, I came to Vincent's university.
I came here not to find him but to visit my professor.
I got to know Vincent because of my professor.
He was also my professor's student, so I took better care of him, and slowly we got together.
Walking along the road, I suddenly heard a burst of whispers.
"Are Vincent and Lucy really together? They are such a perfect match!"
"Of course it's true. You didn't see that? Lucy sprained her ankle at the sports meeting, and Vincent carried her to the infirmary in a hurry. He also bought some medicine for her."
I felt disappointed and clenched my hands.
Not long after Vincent and I got together, he stopped caring about me.
I once stayed up late for work and drank so much that I had stomach bleeding.
I called Vincent, but he said, "Wendy, you are an adult. Why can't you take care of yourself? What's the point of looking for me? Go find a doctor."
Then I heard the sound of the game from the phone.
I thought Vincent was just young and didn't know how to care about others, but I didn't expect he would care so much about Lucy.
To put it bluntly, he didn't love me at all.
"Wendy? Why are you here?"
