Gerald tried to argue but did not know what to say.That was because I was telling the truth.His family sat on a mountain of infinite wealth while his girlfriend struggled just to get by.That realization shattered him."Babe..."I was quick to cut him off, interjecting, "Mr. Peterson, we do not belong to the same world. It's common for you to spend tens of thousands at those events you host. Sometimes, you might even spend millions if you were in a good mood."However, I am just a normal citizen, an orphan. I have never seen that much money before in my whole life. I can't even borrow 30,000 from others. I had to kneel and bash my head against the floor just to survive."Let's not meet again."My life after tossing Gerald aside was much more relaxing than I imagined.However, he would always appear before me.Sometimes, he would be at the gates of the university campus.Sometimes, he would be standing right outside my dormitory.Sometimes, he would appear at my workplace.
Gerald dazedly recalled a certain memory. The figure that dashed over to him overlapped with the woman before him. His eyes went wide as he felt like a bucket of icy water had been poured over him, drenching him from head to toe. "No! I-I was drunk. I didn't know it was you. I never would have done such a thing if I knew! Babe, I was just really drunk. You know how weak my stomach is. I would always need your hangover stew just to get my stomach settled after I had alcohol.""Is that so? I thought having to eat stew made using mere bone-in meat was too tiresome. It's so hard to tell just what you like."As soon as I finished speaking... His dry lips fell open as he ran out of words to say. I knew everything. Yet, I never said a thing to him. Realization struck him. I kept silent to give him a chance to confess. However, he did not take it. I even asked him back then, 'Gerald, do you have something you want to tell me?'"Gerald."I stopped my snarky remarks and start
I thought I was hallucinating from exhaustion when I spotted Gerald Peterson at the bar.I narrowed my eyes and stared at him for a long while.The bar manager was impatiently calling out to me.There were a lot of customers at the bar today, so the work was even more intense than before.The boxes of alcohol were heavy as I hurriedly moved them from the storage to the bar.The hustle and bustle made me forget about the earlier distraction.It was only when the final box of alcohol was placed down that I began to wonder if I actually saw Gerald in the bar.At the center of the bar were beautiful young dancers singing and dancing along to the music, hyping up the customers. The flashing lights made them mesmerizing while cutting me off from them, acting as a divider between our worlds."Wendy, do you want to check upstairs?"I was currently crouching behind the bar as I took a break and stared down at my phone's screen that was displaying the last message Gerald sent.'Babe, I
Gerald instantly dashed to the side and started puking.I remained where I was, stiff and frozen. My limbs refused to obey me like they were not attached to me. The stench of sweat clinging to me seemed magnified to my senses, constantly provoking my mind.All I could do was awkwardly rub my hands against my uniform in an attempt to wipe off the sweat.However, my uniform was dusty and also soaked in sweat. I was practically covered in grime.I had forgotten about how I always made sure to shower and change before heading home so that Gerald never found out I was doing manual labor.He never once knew that I was part of the group of people he looked down on.Gerald arrived home before I did.As he sprawled out on the couch, he was no longer dressed in the suit he wore in the bar. Instead, he was wearing the cheap T-shirt I bought for him off the internet. All traces of his wealth and status were gone.His arms hung low with his phone clutched in one hand.When he heard the doo
I watched the video of Gerald shopping with a young lady in a pink dress.It was just a short clip of less than a minute. Yet, I kept rewatching it to stare at his face.I could not be mistaken. It was Gerald.He told me it was a business trip when he was actually just going back to his life as a rich heir.The woman next to him linked her arm with his as she happily skipped and chatted with him. Her skin was very fair, a sign of utmost care.In contrast, my arms were covered in wounds and callouses.They came from working, cooking, and doing the laundry. Half of what I did was to survive, while the other half was for Gerald.I suddenly came to a realization. Even if there came a day when he came clean to me about his real identity...He would never spend a single cent on me.That was because I was unworthy in his mind.Someone like me deserved to suffer through bad food, wear T-shirts worth only a few dollars, and buy cheap shoes from street stalls.'Gerald, let's break...'
I did not know when the customer left. The owner forcefully dragged me to my feet as terror was painted all over his face. "Are you mad?"I was fired. I was also dumped. People had liked to say that setbacks in love would lead to success in the workplace. However, I found success in nothing. The evening breeze was cold. My shadow stretched far into the distance beneath the flickering streetlights. A black car sped by me. Its lights were blinding, and I instinctively held up a bloody and oily hand to shield my eyes. It shone in the light. I suddenly recalled Gerald's words. 'You disgust me.' We had been together for a year. We huddled together in a cramped little apartment, eating groceries bought on discount every single day, and gifting each other cheap but thoughtfully chosen gifts. He would say we would be together forever whenever we started planning out our futures. Gerald's so-called forever only lasted as long as his taste of life in the slums. Once hi
The remaining items belonged to Gerald.There was a suit I bought that cost me three times my monthly living expenses. I had bought it just for his job interview.There was a pair of sneakers that I bought for him as a birthday gift. It cost me over 2,000.I had saved up by eating the bare minimum.I packed everything away. However, I soon realized that he would probably discard them as soon as he received them, given that they were nothing more than junk.Thus, I messaged him. 'Gerald, I'm terminating the lease.'Should I mail your belongings to you or throw them away?'An error message popped up. The bright red icon was glaring.He had blocked me.It was expected yet unexpected.I sighed and continued to message him. 'I'll mail them to the Peterson Group office.'...From Gerald’s point of view.Last night, I dragged my friend out for a drink.We stayed up all night.Thus, I only woke up in the afternoon.I had dinner in my room. My head was pounding as I instinctive
Gerald dazedly recalled a certain memory. The figure that dashed over to him overlapped with the woman before him. His eyes went wide as he felt like a bucket of icy water had been poured over him, drenching him from head to toe. "No! I-I was drunk. I didn't know it was you. I never would have done such a thing if I knew! Babe, I was just really drunk. You know how weak my stomach is. I would always need your hangover stew just to get my stomach settled after I had alcohol.""Is that so? I thought having to eat stew made using mere bone-in meat was too tiresome. It's so hard to tell just what you like."As soon as I finished speaking... His dry lips fell open as he ran out of words to say. I knew everything. Yet, I never said a thing to him. Realization struck him. I kept silent to give him a chance to confess. However, he did not take it. I even asked him back then, 'Gerald, do you have something you want to tell me?'"Gerald."I stopped my snarky remarks and start
Gerald tried to argue but did not know what to say.That was because I was telling the truth.His family sat on a mountain of infinite wealth while his girlfriend struggled just to get by.That realization shattered him."Babe..."I was quick to cut him off, interjecting, "Mr. Peterson, we do not belong to the same world. It's common for you to spend tens of thousands at those events you host. Sometimes, you might even spend millions if you were in a good mood."However, I am just a normal citizen, an orphan. I have never seen that much money before in my whole life. I can't even borrow 30,000 from others. I had to kneel and bash my head against the floor just to survive."Let's not meet again."My life after tossing Gerald aside was much more relaxing than I imagined.However, he would always appear before me.Sometimes, he would be at the gates of the university campus.Sometimes, he would be standing right outside my dormitory.Sometimes, he would appear at my workplace.
Back to Wendy.I was in class, so I did not realize I had received several calls from strangers.I found a long list of missed calls waiting for me once my class was over.I soon guessed that it was Gerald.He should have seen the video by now.I ignored the calls and walked out of the hall with my head ducked low.Ivan said he would introduce a part-time tutoring job to me with high pay. So, I could repay my debt within two weeks.A red sports car pulled to a stop before me as I stood by the road and waited for Ivan.I did not recognize the brand of the car, but that did not mean I did not recognize just how expensive it was.The driver was also someone I did not expect.It was Gerald.He looked much more haggard than before. Despite how messy his hair looked, he did not care at all. His eyes lit up when he saw me.It felt as though they were shining the second he saw me.Gerald pulled out a large bouquet of roses from the seat beside him that would have roughly cost him
The remaining items belonged to Gerald.There was a suit I bought that cost me three times my monthly living expenses. I had bought it just for his job interview.There was a pair of sneakers that I bought for him as a birthday gift. It cost me over 2,000.I had saved up by eating the bare minimum.I packed everything away. However, I soon realized that he would probably discard them as soon as he received them, given that they were nothing more than junk.Thus, I messaged him. 'Gerald, I'm terminating the lease.'Should I mail your belongings to you or throw them away?'An error message popped up. The bright red icon was glaring.He had blocked me.It was expected yet unexpected.I sighed and continued to message him. 'I'll mail them to the Peterson Group office.'...From Gerald’s point of view.Last night, I dragged my friend out for a drink.We stayed up all night.Thus, I only woke up in the afternoon.I had dinner in my room. My head was pounding as I instinctive
I did not know when the customer left. The owner forcefully dragged me to my feet as terror was painted all over his face. "Are you mad?"I was fired. I was also dumped. People had liked to say that setbacks in love would lead to success in the workplace. However, I found success in nothing. The evening breeze was cold. My shadow stretched far into the distance beneath the flickering streetlights. A black car sped by me. Its lights were blinding, and I instinctively held up a bloody and oily hand to shield my eyes. It shone in the light. I suddenly recalled Gerald's words. 'You disgust me.' We had been together for a year. We huddled together in a cramped little apartment, eating groceries bought on discount every single day, and gifting each other cheap but thoughtfully chosen gifts. He would say we would be together forever whenever we started planning out our futures. Gerald's so-called forever only lasted as long as his taste of life in the slums. Once hi
I watched the video of Gerald shopping with a young lady in a pink dress.It was just a short clip of less than a minute. Yet, I kept rewatching it to stare at his face.I could not be mistaken. It was Gerald.He told me it was a business trip when he was actually just going back to his life as a rich heir.The woman next to him linked her arm with his as she happily skipped and chatted with him. Her skin was very fair, a sign of utmost care.In contrast, my arms were covered in wounds and callouses.They came from working, cooking, and doing the laundry. Half of what I did was to survive, while the other half was for Gerald.I suddenly came to a realization. Even if there came a day when he came clean to me about his real identity...He would never spend a single cent on me.That was because I was unworthy in his mind.Someone like me deserved to suffer through bad food, wear T-shirts worth only a few dollars, and buy cheap shoes from street stalls.'Gerald, let's break...'
Gerald instantly dashed to the side and started puking.I remained where I was, stiff and frozen. My limbs refused to obey me like they were not attached to me. The stench of sweat clinging to me seemed magnified to my senses, constantly provoking my mind.All I could do was awkwardly rub my hands against my uniform in an attempt to wipe off the sweat.However, my uniform was dusty and also soaked in sweat. I was practically covered in grime.I had forgotten about how I always made sure to shower and change before heading home so that Gerald never found out I was doing manual labor.He never once knew that I was part of the group of people he looked down on.Gerald arrived home before I did.As he sprawled out on the couch, he was no longer dressed in the suit he wore in the bar. Instead, he was wearing the cheap T-shirt I bought for him off the internet. All traces of his wealth and status were gone.His arms hung low with his phone clutched in one hand.When he heard the doo
I thought I was hallucinating from exhaustion when I spotted Gerald Peterson at the bar.I narrowed my eyes and stared at him for a long while.The bar manager was impatiently calling out to me.There were a lot of customers at the bar today, so the work was even more intense than before.The boxes of alcohol were heavy as I hurriedly moved them from the storage to the bar.The hustle and bustle made me forget about the earlier distraction.It was only when the final box of alcohol was placed down that I began to wonder if I actually saw Gerald in the bar.At the center of the bar were beautiful young dancers singing and dancing along to the music, hyping up the customers. The flashing lights made them mesmerizing while cutting me off from them, acting as a divider between our worlds."Wendy, do you want to check upstairs?"I was currently crouching behind the bar as I took a break and stared down at my phone's screen that was displaying the last message Gerald sent.'Babe, I