Caleb fought for me, even broke his arm for me. Everyone said he was crazy in love with me. Until. I heard a friend ask him if he was going to marry me. The man chuckled lightly, "She's just a stray cat. Fun to play with, but you don't actually bring one home." Later. When my daughter asked, "Mommy, why doesn't Daddy want me? Does he not like me?" I lowered my eyes and shook my head, "He just doesn't like Mommy." 1 My breakup with Caleb was messy. I called him a shameless bastard. He called me an ungrateful wolf he couldn't tame. We were people who should have never crossed paths again. Five years later, we reunited. The manager beside me introduced enthusiastically: "Mr. Thorne, this is Wendy. She's the main reception manager responsible for your team." Silence fell. Caleb's gaze finally landed on me. I pursed my lips and extended my hand, "Mr. Thorne, I've heard a lot about you." Caleb didn't respond. The air was still. He scoffed. "Really? How much have you heard?" "..." 2 This man was always like this. Wearing a cold, handsome facade. A rhetorical question, giving the illusion he was deliberately engaging you. Casually teasing, enjoying your shyness and awkwardness. In reality, he watched from the shore, his heart never moved. I didn't speak. The manager sensed something and asked tentatively, "Wendy, do you know Mr. Thorne?" I lowered my eyes, "We're strangers." I said this deliberately, devoid of any social grace. The manager awkwardly smoothed things over, "Nonsense, Mr. Thorne is young and promising. It's not too late to get to know each other now." There was no emotion in Caleb's eyes as he looked away. When we brushed past each other. His arm pushed aside my hand still hanging in mid-air. He said indifferently, "Strangers don't have time to get acquainted." 3 That day, it rained heavily. Making the bottom of one's heart increasingly damp. Delayed by work, I stood alone at the entrance. A black luxury car stopped in front of me. Caleb rolled down the window with a cold face, "Get in." "I called a car." As I spoke, the taxi arrived. Caleb glanced sideways, "You call one, I crash one. Believe me?" His profile was sharp. As wicked and arrogant as ever. I sighed inwardly. But as soon as I got in, my arm was pulled forcefully. I landed on his lap. The strength disparity was huge; I struggled but was pressed back onto his lap. Warmth spread, breaths almost colliding. "It's not like you haven't sat here before. What are you afraid of?" I gritted my teeth in anger, "Bastard." Caleb curled his lips, "Tired of hearing that. Call me something else." Countless times in the past, skin against skin. I cried and begged for mercy, calling him a bastard. He was indeed tired of hearing it. Caleb's fingertips landed on my waist. He scrutinized my face, "You've grown bold, Wendy. Strangers?" "Let me down." Caleb turned a deaf ear, "Then let me remind you." I subconsciously turned my face away. But he grabbed my chin. Forcing me to look at him. "My name is Caleb Thorne. A fool who was used by you and then thrown away." His eyes were deep, carrying a faint smile. Word by word. Forcing me back into that rusty memory. 4 In college. Caleb was a good-for-nothing, with a bad temper and a fierce fighting style. No one in school dared to mess with him. In his opulent life as a rich second generation. The only accident was me. I was the pet Caleb was most interested in. I also obediently played the role of his follower. Or rather, I 'liked' him. So I used Caleb's pathological possessiveness towards me. To beat the man who had bullied me since high school half to death and send him to prison. Caleb also broke an arm blocking a bat for me. Looking back now. I never thought that in this game of chess, I would lose myself too. Caleb was discharged after reimplantation surgery, his arm still in a cast. I specially went to the temple to pray for a safety charm for him. Just outside the private room door. I heard a friend teasing, "Caleb, you're not madly in love with Wendy, are you? When are we drinking at your wedding?" There was no music, no emotion. Caleb spoke casually, "She's just a stray cat. Fun to play with, but you don't actually bring one home." In that instant, I felt the world go quiet. Something densely gnawed at my heart. I knew my initial purpose for approaching him wasn't pure. I wanted to apologize properly. I thought Caleb at least liked me. Unexpectedly, it was all a game. But this was fine too. Five years later. I gave birth to a child alone. Resentment had long dissolved in the daily necessities of life. Now, Caleb broke in again like a home invader. 5 Another light rain fell outside the car. Caleb finally let me go. Silence all the way. Probably too tired from work. I accidentally fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, I was downstairs at my apartment. No one beside me. Caleb was leaning against the car door smoking. I used to not let him smoke. Caleb would always hug me and tease, "Controlling me so strictly?" Seeing me now, he also reacted conditionally, his hand subconsciously hiding behind his back. Then realizing something, he generously held the cigarette in his mouth again. Looking roguish and intense. "Awake?" I composed myself, muffling my voice, "Caleb, about the past, I owe you an apology." "So?" This was an old neighborhood, low floors, my daughter always waited for me by the window. Afraid of being seen, I said. "We are all adults, with our own lives. I don't have the energy to argue right or wrong with you anymore." Caleb laughed, "Then adults should also understand the principle of reciprocity." I reacted for a few seconds and laughed too, "I don't have time to play these games with you." After speaking, I wanted to leave. Caleb calmly put out the cigarette, raised his hand and easily pinned me against the car. "Did I say I wanted to pester you?" His tone was lazy. He was good-looking, plus the packaging of his family background, he never lacked girlfriends. Those years by his side, I knew deeply that playing with feelings, I couldn't beat him. Now I just wanted to stay far away from him. Unfortunately, Caleb was ruthless. If he suffered a loss, he would claim it back with interest. I could almost guess what he wanted to do. Nothing more than ruining my job, watching me beg him humbly. I stopped enduring. "Isn't this what you're doing now? What, Mr. Thorne wants revenge? Does having money mean you can bully people like this?" Hearing this, Caleb frowned slowly, "I f*cking say two sentences to you, and that's bullying you?" My words were on the tip of my tongue. He looked at me leisurely, suddenly leaned over and kissed me, childish and paranoid. Tongue sweeping, burning all senses. I struggled and hit his chest. Taking advantage of a gap, I pushed him away hard and slapped him. "Shameless!" Caleb licked the corner of his lips, looking like he enjoyed being scolded, his eyes even more wickedly gloomy. He grabbed my wrist and pressed it hard against the car door, sealing my lips again. Until I was suffocating and weak in the knees, he let go, laughing wantonly, "Wendy, this is bullying." This lunatic. Next second. "Mommy, who is he?" Not far away, a little munchkin holding a popsicle looked at us innocently. 6 The first to react was Mark, who had taken my daughter to buy ice cream. The man awkwardly led the little girl upstairs first, "You guys talk, explain to me later." One sentence, the misunderstanding deepened. Silence returned. "Who." "My daughter." Caleb looked down and smiled, "Married?" I didn't explain, "If there's nothing else, I'm leaving." "I thought you were smart." "What." The man looked around the neighborhood environment, "Living in this dump, the man you chose is pretty useless." He looked at me, as if saying your taste is just so-so. Listening to the sarcasm, I finally lost patience, not minding tearing apart the remaining dignity. "No matter what kind of man I find, does it have anything to do with you? Caleb, you really haven't changed a bit, arrogant and unreasonable." I took a deep breath, "Yes, I lied to you, but you were just playing with me too. Let's just say I was blind before, and you were blind too. Isn't it good to write it off?" Caleb laughed in anger, "I'm unreasonable? What about you, selfish?" He opened the car door expressionlessly. Before leaving, he glanced sideways, his voice hoarse, "Wendy, tell the truth, do you hope your daughter meets someone like you in the future?"
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