My throat tightened, and my heart ached as I asked her in a hoarse voice, "When did you sell the house?"
"Two months ago."
"Hahahaha..." I could not help laughing.
Two months ago? She sold our house to her first love so that he could get surgery. As her fiancé, I had no idea about it. How could she have the nerve to say she loved me? Where did she get the audacity to ask me to forgive her?
"Kayla, you're really horrible."
She kept her head down, afraid to look at me.
I looked at her, feeling only irony. These five years of our relationship turned out to be just a joke.
I took out a card from my pocket and placed it on the table. It was the bank card we had used to save money together. I had never touched the money or linked it to my phone. Since she had sold the house for Andrew’s treatment, the balance was likely gone as well.
Kayla looked blankly at the bank card on the table for a while before looking at me with a heartbroken expression and asking, "You want to give me the card? Are... Are you really going to cut off all ties with me?"
I only felt exhausted when I heard her question. "The renovation fee is about 300 thousand dollars. I won't argue about the rest with you. Write an IOU and pay it off within six months. I'll use legal means if you're overdue."
She nodded. "Okay, but can you lend me another 100 thousand dollars? Andrew's son's illness..."
I was shocked, wondering when Andrew had a son.
"Is it yours?"
Kayla hurriedly denied it. "No, it's... It's Regina Summer's."
I was so shocked I almost tossed my phone. Regina was my senior in high school and a popular figure.
"How could he know Regina?" I did not mean to belittle Andrew, but given his social standing, it was unbelievable that he could get close to Regina and sleep with her.
Kayla wrote down the IOU, but I did not lend her the money. She asked several more times, but she gave up when she saw how firm I was.
Back home, I saw an unfamiliar figure on the couch as soon as I entered.
My mother was chatting warmly with her, looking incredibly happy. Seeing me come in, she excitedly waved me over. "Nate, come here quickly."
My heart skipped a beat, wondering if she was going to set me up on a blind date.
I frowned and walked over. The woman on the couch suddenly turned around and looked at me. It was... Regina.
"This is my son, Nate. You went to the same high school, but you were two years ahead of him, so you probably don't know him."
Regina smiled slightly as she gracefully stood up and extended her hand to me. "No, I know him. I've met him before. Nate."
I was somewhat shocked that she knew me. Regina was famous at school; she was a top student, beautiful, and came from a wealthy family. Someone popular like her remembered me. However, judging from the look in her eyes, she did not seem to be lying.
Regina suddenly pulled out a silver keychain from her bag. "You asked me to hold on to this for you. Ten years have passed, yet you never asked me to return it."
I quickly reached for it. It still had my name on it; it really was mine. However, when did I lose it? How did it end up in Regina's hands?
My mother's eyes darted around, and she stood up, saying, "Nate, I suddenly have to go out for a bit. Could you entertain Regina for me?"
"I..." Before I could answer, my mother had already picked up her bag and left without even changing her slippers.
I looked at Regina, feeling incredibly awkward. "You must have a boyfriend by now, right?"
Regina was stunned, not expecting me to ask so directly.
She and Andrew had a child, but they were never married. His surgery costs were even covered by his ex-girlfriend by selling her house.
