Trash-Talking My Ex on the Train... Right Next to His Dad

While I was shamelessly trash-talking my ex with my best friend on the train, the middle-aged man sitting next to us suddenly turned his head and asked: "Excuse me, that 6'2" guy you just said 'couldn't perform'—is his name Liam? Liam Sterling?" I was completely clueless, so I just nodded. "Yeah, that's him." The older man gave me a deep look, sighed with profound regret, and whipped out his phone to furiously text someone. I didn't think much of it and went right back to gossiping. But to my absolute shock, the moment the train pulled into the station and I stepped onto the platform, I saw my ex striding toward me with that drop-dead gorgeous face of his. He let out a cold laugh and sneered: "You haven't even tried me yet, and you're already spreading rumors to my dad that I can't get it up?" 1 After getting into a huge fight and breaking up with Liam, I was sitting on a mountain of unvented anger. So, I dragged my best friend, Mia, bought tickets for the Amtrak to the capital, and decided I needed a change of scenery. On the train, I scrolled through my chat history with Liam. It was still stuck on the screen where I sent the breakup text. He hadn't replied with a single word. Some people are alive, but they might as well be dead. I angrily locked my screen, turned to Mia, and started trash-talking him. "You have no idea... how awful he is!" Mia frowned and asked, "How awful?" I pursed my lips and started listing his crimes like I was reading a receipt. "The day before yesterday, he forgot to buy me a cupcake! "The day before that, he forgot my morning kiss! "And the day before that, he actually had the nerve to say the cherry tomatoes I bought were the size of regular tomatoes!" Hearing my list, Mia nodded thoughtfully and agreed, "That is pretty awful! How could he not buy you a cupcake?!" Me: "Right?! Exactly!" "So... that's why you broke up with him?" Mia shot me a confused look. She probably couldn't fathom why I would dump someone as insanely hot as Liam over a cupcake. Looking at Mia's confused eyes, I fell silent for a few seconds. Of course that wasn't the reason. Just last night, right when things were getting heated and we were about to go all the way, he suddenly checked a text on his phone. After reading it, without saying a word, he pulled his pants on, got up, and left. Before walking out the door, he just dropped a casual, "Go to sleep early." I didn't overthink it at first. But later, I saw someone mention in a group chat that Liam's first love had returned from overseas, lost a game of Truth or Dare, and had to call guys to come drink with her. Obviously, Liam had gone to her. Between me and his first love, Liam chose her. Upon realizing this, I was so furious that I instantly texted him we were done. But getting stood up in the middle of the night like that was way too humiliating. I would rather die than admit that part. So, I put on a righteous tone, though my eyes darted away shiftily. "Of course not! You don't know this, but every night he dresses super conservatively. He's more old-fashioned than I am! "Honestly, I suspect... he can't get it up!" Hearing this, Mia's jaw dropped. "Seriously?! Liam can't perform? You'd never guess it! He's 6'2" and he has such a great nose!" "All show and no go," I said, shaking my head like a wise old sage. But just as I was about to continue tearing him down, we were suddenly interrupted by the middle-aged man sitting next to us. The man looked at us kindly and asked: "Excuse me, young lady, the 6'2" guy you just said 'couldn't perform'—is his name Liam? Liam Sterling?" Hearing his polite question, I was confused. But I answered honestly. "Yeah, that's him." Seeing me nod, the man gave me a deep look, sighed with profound regret, and then lowered his head to furiously text someone on his phone. I shook my head, didn't overthink it, and went right back to venting. After gossiping with Mia for the entire ride, my mood had significantly improved. Before getting off the train, I was even in a good enough mood to wish the middle-aged man a safe trip. But I never expected that the moment the train arrived and I stepped onto the platform... I would see my ex striding toward me with that drop-dead gorgeous face of his, letting out a cold laugh, and saying: "You haven't even tried me yet, and you're already spreading rumors to my dad that I can't get it up?" Me: "?" Wait, what? That guy on the train was his dad?! 2 I whipped my head around. My eyes landed on the gentle older man who had gotten off the train with us. Perhaps sensing my gaze, the man gave me an awkward but polite smile and embarrassingly admitted, "Ah, yes, I'm his dad. I am so sorry he put you through all that." His dad knew everything I had just ranted about, and was now actively apologizing on Liam's behalf. Seeing his utterly sincere apology... I just felt all the blood rush straight to my head. My toes curled so hard they could have built a magic castle right there on the platform. OMG! I actually sat there and talked about my ex's performance issues right in front of his dad. It was so mortifying I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. I didn't even have the face to respond. I muttered a half-hearted "Mhm," turned around, and tried to bolt. But before I could take two steps, my wrist was grabbed. I turned back to see Liam standing in front of me, his handsome face dark as a storm cloud. His dark eyes locked onto me as he demanded: "We haven't finished talking. Where do you think you're going? "And what's this about dumping me without a single word of explanation? "Did I do something wrong? Are you unhappy? "If you're unhappy, you have to say it. If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to know what's wrong? "Even a criminal on death row gets to know what his crimes are before the execution, right?!" Liam's perfectly shaped lips kept moving, firing off words non-stop. I stared at him, stunned. This was the first time I had ever seen him lose his cool like this. In my mind, he had always been this aloof, aristocratic guy with incredible self-control. He rarely let his emotions show like this. I was a bit surprised. But that didn't stop me from being pissed. I coldly yanked my hand out of his grip and said stiffly, "You don't know, huh? Fine, then let me ask you. "Where did you go last night? "Do you have any idea how long I waited for you?! "I even bought lingerie specifically for last night, and you didn't even look at it! "And then... you just ran off! "I saw the group chat! Your first love lost a game of Truth or Dare, and you went to take care of her, didn't you?! "That's why you're wearing the exact same clothes today!" I fired off all my pent-up anger like a machine gun. After I finished, I looked up at him. I thought he would look at least a little guilty. Or at the very least, apologetic. But I didn't expect him to look completely, utterly bewildered. He stood there for a full thirty seconds before his brain finally processed it. I watched as Liam raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose with his long fingers. He looked at me with extreme exasperation and explained: "What kind of crazy scenarios are you cooking up in that head of yours? "When did I go to a party? "Last night, my dad texted me saying he and my mom got into a huge fight, and she took off to the capital by herself early. He told me to catch a late flight out here to track her down and make sure she was safe. "That's why I haven't changed clothes. "If you don't believe me, smell me. Do I smell like a single drop of alcohol?" After explaining, Liam actually took two steps closer, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and leaned in. Seeing his skin right in front of my face, I instantly blushed. I quickly pushed him away. "Y-y-you... stop that! "There are people around!" "So you're not mad anymore? We're not breaking up?" Liam didn't let me push him away completely. Instead, he grabbed my hand and pressed it flat against his chest. Feeling his heart pounding wildly against my palm... My own heart started racing too. Even though I was already softening up, I stayed stubborn: "You left without even explaining anything! It's perfectly normal that I misunderstood! "Besides, why should I just take your word for it? I don't believe you." Hearing that I still didn't believe him, Liam looked even more helpless. He turned his head to his dad. "Dad, back me up here, will you?" Hearing Liam call him, his dad quickly wiped the amused, shipping grin off his face, looked at me very seriously, and nodded. "Yes, it's true." Seeing that even his dad was backing him up... Me: "..." Well, now I really had no reason to stay stubborn. Blushing, I pressed my lips together. Knowing I was in the wrong, I muttered softly, "Oh. Okay, fine. I'm not mad anymore." After saying that, I expected Liam to let go of me. But instead, the very next second, I heard Liam give a dry, humorless chuckle. "Great. Now it's my turn to be mad. "We need to have a serious talk about you spreading rumors to my dad that I can't perform. "You know me. I don't like taking a loss. When I have a score to settle, I settle it immediately. "Let's go, wifey. It's time for your husband to prove himself." With that, he wrapped an arm around my waist and started marching me out of the station. Seeing that he was absolutely not joking... I immediately reached a desperate hand out toward Mia. "Save me~" Mia instinctively reached out to grab my hand. But before she could reach me, Liam dominantly swept me away. Looking at this bossy, overbearing Liam... Me: "..." I had a feeling I was doomed. 3 Without Mia's help. I was smoothly dragged all the way to a luxury hotel suite Liam had already booked. The moment he pushed the door open, he tossed me onto the massive king-sized bed. Even though the mattress was soft, the impact still made my head spin. I struggled and tried to sit up. But before I could even push myself up, my wrists were swiftly pinned down. Liam leaned over me, pinning both my hands above my head with one of his. His voice was husky as he said, "Wait right here. I'm going to take a shower. "Today, I am going to make absolutely sure your little 'misunderstanding' is cleared up!" He said it through gritted teeth. Seeing my shocked expression, he couldn't help but ask, "What, are you scared? "Let's see if you ever dare to go out and spread rumors again." Saying that, Liam thought I was actually intimidated, so he let go of my hands. His tone softened. Looking at his devastatingly handsome face, I unconsciously swallowed. My mouth moved faster than my brain: "Who's scared? I'm just worried a certain someone can't back it up." Hearing me actually dare to provoke him... Liam raised an eyebrow and let out a cold laugh. "Fine. Just don't cry later." Me: "Not a chance~" I shook my head, looking incredibly smug. That just added fuel to the fire. I watched as he stripped entirely naked right in front of me and marched into the bathroom. However, just five minutes later, he was done showering and walked out. Seeing how fast he was, I was stunned. I opened my mouth, about to make a comment. But before I could speak, my lips were captured in a kiss. I thought it was going to be a fierce, enduring battle. But to my utter shock, merely three minutes later... I heard him let out a sigh. Looking at him, realizing it was already over... Me: ? ?? ??? 4 It ended before it even started? I turned my head to look at him, my eyes filled with utter astonishment. He lay beside me, a look of profound frustration and regret on his handsome face. Me: "..." I tried to hold it in. For a few seconds, I thought about the saddest moments of my entire life, desperately trying to keep the corners of my mouth flat. But they twitched upward anyway. Finally, I couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into loud laughter. "HAHAHAHAHA! "That's it?! That's it?!" Hearing my blatant mockery, Liam's face flushed a deep crimson. After a few minutes of agonizing silence, he pulled me closer with a look of pure, unwilling determination. "I don't believe it. Let's go again! Give me one more chance!" I was laughing so hard I was shaking. I felt his hands starting to roam again, but I didn't even try to stop him. Whatever, it was only going to be a few minutes anyway. It wouldn't even be enough time for me to finish laughing. But before he could actually get started again, we were interrupted. From outside the hotel room door came the booming voice of his mother. "Son! Mom booked an appointment for you with a urologist! "Let's go get you checked out! "Stop ruining that poor girl's life!" Hearing this, Liam's face turned as dark as a storm cloud. And I completely lost it, roaring with laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!" 5 Even though Liam desperately didn't want to go... He had no choice. Under his mother's iron-fisted suppression, he was forced to comply. He held my hand, his handsome face radiating pure misery. Seeing his pathetic, puppy-dog eyes, I patted his shoulder comfortingly. "It's okay, let's just go see what they say. I know you can do it. Going is just to give your mom some peace of mind." Hearing my comfort, Liam glanced at me, asking with uncertainty, "Really?" Seeing him looking so uncharacteristically defeated... I suppressed a smile and replied with absolute seriousness: "Yeah. Don't worry, no matter what the test results say, I'm not leaving you." "Okay." Perhaps the recent failure had severely damaged his fragile ego. Because right now, he was as fragile as a delicate glass doll. If I said one more word, I was afraid he might actually burst into tears on the spot. Of course, if he did... That would be even hotter. I imagined the scene in my head and secretly giggled. His mom drove us to the clinic. Liam held my hand the entire way. His handsome face was completely devoid of its usual arrogant shine. He just looked insecure and full of self-doubt. Seeing his desolate expression, I offered some very hypocritical comfort: "It's fine, I think it's like that for everyone their first time." But Liam wasn't in the mood to engage with me. He kept his head down, deep in his emo feelings. The ride was extremely quiet. Until we watched him walk into the doctor's office. His mom and I stood outside the door. She looked at me and offered an awkward but polite smile, very similar to his dad's. She spoke with deep apology: "I am so sorry, sweetheart. I really haven't paid enough attention to my son's issues in this department. "I've truly put you in a terrible position. "Don't worry, if there's really a problem, I absolutely won't let my son drag you down with him." Hearing her incredibly kind words, I shook my head. "It's okay, Mrs. Sterling." Perhaps seeing that I wasn't abandoning him even now... Her gaze turned even more affectionate, and her tone became impossibly gentle. We waited for half an hour. Finally, Liam walked out, his handsome face flushed red. He locked eyes with me, blushing as he handed me the medical report. I froze for a second, but looked down at it anyway. I couldn't understand the medical jargon at the top. I just read the doctor's simple, easy-to-understand conclusion at the bottom. "Hmm... Size is fine, hardness is fine... just lacks exercise and has poor stamina~" Reading that last sentence... I looked up at Liam, about to offer a few words of comfort. But before I could even open my mouth, his mom beat me to it. I watched as she literally kicked him in the leg. She scolded, "I told you to stop sitting at your computer all day! Now look at you, embarrassing yourself!" Hearing her words, I strongly agreed. I chimed in, "Mrs. Sterling is right! Liam, you really need to start working out!" Hearing me join in on the teasing, Liam let out an exasperated chuckle. He took a few steps forward, wrapped his arm around my waist, and murmured in a low, husky voice, "Alright then. But my wife... is going to have to work hard and exercise with me." Hearing that... My eyes widened: "!!!" Oh no. This was bad!

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