Most Afraid of Not Being in Love at The Right Time

As my boyfriend’s beloved lover had returned to the US, Richie Arnolds always came home late. Sometimes, he helped her fix the faucet, took her on a hot air balloon ride and asserted his sovereignty as her boyfriend.

Richie quickly used up the 100 chances I gave him.

On the anniversary day, he abandoned me again.

Tiffany Chambers, his lover, also followed up with a mocking and boastful post. The caption read, [No more waiting, someone is in a hurry to meet my parents right now.]

I closed Instagram and sent him my last message.

[Letha: 0]

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“Ms. Forbes, we sincerely invite you to join the Everwell Orchestra and become the principal violinist. This is a rare opportunity. Would you please consider it?”

Late at night, a man’s sincere voice came from the other end of the phone.

That was the third call he had made.

The man was the head of the foreign Everwell Orchestra. When I went to France to perform with the orchestra last month, he was impressed by my violin playing and then invited me to join the orchestra.

I was naturally tempted, but considering that I would have to travel abroad for a long time after agreeing, I refused.

But it was different at that moment.

I hesitated for a second and said, “Can you give me a few more days to think about it?”

“No problem!” The person on the phone did not expect me to suddenly agree. Surprised, he reminded her gently, “Please let me know when you agree with it, to give me some time to prepare.”

“Sure.”

I agreed and just as he hung up the phone, I heard some noise at the door.

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw Richie entering the house in the dark. 

His silver-gray haute couture suit showed off his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His every move was dignified and elegant.

I happily went over to greet him, “Why did you come back just now?”

Richie's tone was a little impatient, “I'm working overtime at the company.” He walked past me and went to the bathroom. 

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, “By the way, where is the perfume I asked you to buy?”

“Oh! Here it is.” I hurriedly handed him the perfume that I had queued up for two hours to buy.

That morning, Richie sent me a message asking me to buy a bottle of high-end women's perfume, saying that it was for a gift. 

Although I was puzzled as Richie, who never gave gifts, would suddenly do that. But I still chose to leave work early to buy it.

Richie took it casually without saying anything more.

“By the way….” I followed behind, smiling and wanting to speak, but Richie slammed the bathroom door shut, blocking me from saying anything.

My eyes dimmed suddenly and before I could make a move, I suddenly saw Richie's phone, which he had casually placed on the table, light up and a message popped up. 

[Tiffany: Thank you for fixing my faucet today.]

My heart could not help but skip a beat. However, curiosity filled me, so I somehow picked up his phone and unlocked it.

As soon as I opened it, several messages came in one after another.

[Tiffany: Which one looks better?]

Below were two photos. On the screen, a woman was sitting on the bed wearing sexy suspender underwear. Her fair skin and curvy figure suddenly caught my eyes.

A month ago, I learned Richie's secret from a mutual friend.

He had a lover named ‘Tiff’ whom he could not have and he even gave up his life for her.

The scar on his wrist, deep enough to see the bone, was the testimony of their love.

I flipped through the records and found that the two had been in contact since the day Tiffany returned to the US.

From the beginning, the woman took the initiative to share her daily meals with him and complained that her boss was difficult to deal with, to the extent asking him to help choose pajamas.

They gradually changed from a few words to longer replies, sometimes even with cute emoticons.