My Girlfriend Asked Me to Get Back Together

It was my girlfriend Marilyn Wilson's birthday party today.

I was late because my boss suddenly asked me to work overtime.

When I walked into the private room, Marilyn was kissing her best friend, Yves Whitman, passionately.

Everyone held their breath, and all eyes were on me.

They were looking forward to my reaction.

I smiled and walked up to Yves.

"Let's have a drink, and the winner can take her away tonight."

Yves picked up his glass and downed it all in one gulp while I put down mine without taking a sip.

"You win. Marilyn will be yours from now on. I wish you happiness."

***

"Gabriel, you bastard, what do you take me for?"

"What were you doing just now?" I shouted.

"It's just a game. Why did you yell at me like that?"

It was Marilyn's birthday today.

She arranged a birthday party.

I was an hour late because of some work.

When I entered the room, Marilyn and Yves were passionately embracing and kissing.

At the same time, all eyes were on me.

The atmosphere instantly became tense, and there was dead silence.

"It's been more than an hour since we started. Why are you late?" Marilyn asked in a familiar complaining tone.

It was always my fault, regardless of the fact, even though she kissed another man.

Yves smiled playfully behind her with provocation.

Everyone was waiting for my embarrassment.

The atmosphere in the room had turned icy.

I glared at Marilyn and Yves coldly.

I reflected on the past three years, during which I humbled myself, constantly seeking her forgiveness and begging her to stay with me so I could treat her well wholeheartedly.

However, although we were in love, she cared about Yves, her beloved.

No matter what she did, he was always on her mind.

I remembered, once, my stomach hurt so much that I almost died.

Marilyn called an ambulance for me.

Yves reached her, inviting her to go out and have some fun.

She left me at home alone and turned away.

When the ambulance workers knocked on the door, I no longer had the strength to stand up and open the door.

They had no choice but to break in and take me to the hospital.

The next day, Marilyn returned, saw the broken door, and asked me what had happened.

I explained the situation.

Marilyn complained I was fragile, insisting it was just a stomachache and that there was no need to overreact.

She also mentioned that girls experienced menstrual cramps every month, which were more severe.

I used to endure a lot of things silently.

I understood how important a once-beloved person could be.

It was the eternal regret left from one's youth.

So, I tried my best to be nice to Marilyn.

However, the scene today completely ignited my rage.

That was why everything had just happened.

I walked up to Yves and suggested the winner could take Marilyn away.

Then, my behavior annoyed her.

In order to vent her anger, she held Yves' face and gave him a passionate kiss for three minutes without hesitation.

I smiled calmly.

Marilyn thought I would be jealous and hysterically beg for her forgiveness.

But I wouldn't do that again.

My affection, which had been so long neglected, would at last fade away.

"Since you want to be together, I wish you happiness."

I grabbed a piece of watermelon from the table, ate it, and then left the private room.