I spent two weeks learning how to make the perfect chicken soup for Justin King, and he turned around and gave it to his new assistant. That same night, I saw a message from the assistant: "I drank it all! Your girlfriend won't be mad, right? Before I could even get angry, Justin insisted we break up. As I desperately tried to change his mind, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in my head. All the memories flooded back instantly. I quickly took a step back, my eyes filled with suspicion as I looked at Justin. "Well then, good riddance!" 1 He picked up the phone, his cool voice on the other end. "Hello? Who's this?" I stood downstairs from his bustling office building, clutching the thermos, my heart bubbling with excitement. "I made you soup! Remember to buzz me in." He didn't answer right away. After a long pause, he just mumbled a soft "Mm." I ignored the weird silence in between, too caught up in the joy of seeing the guy I loved. The elevator numbers climbed steadily. The reflection in the mirrored walls showed a happy little woman, beaming. Justin's office door was open. I walked in, practically skipping. "Come try the soup I made! I spent over two weeks learning how." The words had barely left my mouth when I saw the girl standing nervously by his desk. I stopped talking. "And this is?" Justin kept his eyes glued to the contract on his desk, not even glancing my way. "My new assistant." I didn't think much of it and put the thermos down on his desk. "Go on, try it while it's hot. See my new skills." The assistant, who hadn't said a word, timidly looked up. "Maybe I should go, I don't want to interrupt—" I looked over at her and noticed her eyes were getting misty, like I'd committed some horrible crime. My heart sank. I instinctively looked towards Justin. Just then, Justin looked up, and I saw the impatience clear in his eyes. Before I could even register that, I heard him say, "Wendy, I'm working. Can you head home now?" The smile froze on my face. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I quickly pulled myself together. I knew Justin hated being disturbed when he was working. "Okay, I'll go then. Make sure you finish the soup while it's hot." I repeated the reminder, feeling a weight in my chest, then walked out with heavy steps. Halfway down the hall, I realized I'd left my wallet on his desk. Normally, I'd just ask Justin to bring it home after work, but this time, some strange impulse made me turn back. Through the glass door, I saw Justin push the thermos towards the girl he called his new assistant. He was smiling, eyes crinkled, saying something that made the assistant giggle flirtatiously. In that instant, my heart felt like it had plunged into an icy abyss. My body started trembling uncontrollably. I practically ran away. 2 Justin came home late. He’d been coming home late a lot recently. Every night, I’d sit on the sofa waiting for him. Sometimes, exhaustion would win, and I’d curl up and fall asleep right there. The sound of the shower woke me. The living room was pitch black, except for the faint light spilling from the bathroom. The water stopped, and he walked out, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair slightly damp. Tall and long-legged, water droplets traced paths from his hairline, over his well-defined collarbones, disappearing beneath the towel, adding a layer of raw appeal. I sat on the sofa, just staring at him blankly. How did I ever manage to land such an incredible guy? Wendy Shaw, you are seriously lucky. Justin really was exceptional. Started his own company sophomore year of college, raked in scholarships left and right, and now he was the CEO. The company wasn't huge, but it was financially stable, miles ahead of most people his age. Justin walked past me, heading straight for the fridge. I knew he was going for ice water. But his stomach issues were pretty bad. I used to stay up late making him hot meals, just so he wouldn't go hungry and could get his stomach back on track. This time, though, I didn't stop him like I usually would. The scene from earlier kept replaying in my mind. I couldn't let it go. "How was the soup I made today? Was it good?" Justin paused mid-sip, seemingly surprised by the sudden question. He turned to face me, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "It was great. Anything Wendy makes is great, of course." I smiled back, but tears welled up in my eyes. A suffocating feeling clamped down on my chest, making it hard to breathe, my throat raw with pain. Justin, why are you lying to me? He stepped closer, patted my head gently, and said softly, "It's late, Wendy. Go get some sleep." He hadn't noticed anything wrong. Not a single thing. "Oh, right, I put your wallet on the table." "Honestly, you're a grown woman, still so forgetful." I sat there silently in the living room as darkness swallowed me, blanketing my sorrow. In that moment, it felt like I split into two people. One watched everything unfold with cold detachment. The other was utterly heartbroken, desperately urging me to fight for Justin, to hold onto him. I don't know how long I sat there before I finally forced myself to move, heading towards the bedroom. Justin was already fast asleep. His phone lay on the nightstand nearby. Expressionless, I used his fingerprint to unlock it and opened his messaging app. Right there, catching my eye immediately, were several unread messages. "Thanks for the chicken soup today, boss." "But... won't your girlfriend be mad that you gave it to me?" "It's getting late, you should rest up. Goodnight, boss." Followed by a cute emoji. I let out a cold sneer and kept scrolling up. "Boss, I'm so scared. What if I mess up this project?" "Don't worry, I'll cover for you." "Boss, you're the best! Love ya! " "Mm." Seeing that, what else was there left to misunderstand? I laughed silently in the dark, tears streaming down my face. "Ugh, this guy is disgusting." I heard a strange voice echo in my mind. Yeah, he really is disgusting. I mocked my own stupidity. 3 This year marks the fourth year Justin and I have been together. We met in high school during an academic competition and gradually became friends. After graduation, he kept telling me not to leave right away, to wait for him in the park nearby. I did as he asked. And so, on that scorching hot afternoon, the eighteen-year-old boy walked towards me, ears flushed red, holding a single Lisianthus flower. "Wendy Shaw, will you be my girlfriend?" Justin was a good boyfriend. He brought me breakfast, was there for me whenever I needed him, gave me a huge bouquet of Lisianthus every birthday, and showered me with thoughtful, expensive gifts. Almost every anniversary came with a big cake. Senior year of college, my parents died in a car accident, leaving me alone. I sat numbly in the hospital corridor, completely lost. I still remember the sharp smell of antiseptic flooding my senses, almost paralyzing me. It was Justin who took a train for over ten hours to get to me, held me tight, and whispered words of comfort and encouragement over and over. I huddled in his arms, feeling his warmth, sobbing too hard to speak. After the funeral, I carried the two small urns home, feeling completely numb. Justin knelt in front of me, his eyes sincere. I saw my own reflection in them, tiny and fragile. I heard him say, "Wendy, I'll always be with you. I'll never let you suffer even the slightest bit." "From now on, I'm your rock." "I'll take care of you, Wendy. Just wait for me." The emotions I'd suppressed for two weeks finally burst forth. I threw myself into his arms with all my strength, wailing uncontrollably. "Justin, you're all I have left." But now... it's only been a year. Justin, all those promises you made to me... they're all void now. 4 "Wendy, I'm heading to work. You can sleep in." In my drowsy state, I felt a warm touch on my forehead. I slowly woke up. "Going so early?" Justin gave a helpless smile, ruffling my hair. "Yeah, gotta work hard to support you, right? I promised my Wendy." I snuggled against his hand. "Then you have to come home for dinner with me tonight." "I want to eat out." Justin playfully tapped my nose. "Okay, deal." I looked at him, clinging to him like he was my last straw. Justin, if you just come back tonight, if you just show up, I can forgive everything you've done wrong. After getting up, I started searching for restaurants, booked one, and shared the location and menu with Justin. "This place looks amazing! Can we eat here tonight?" "Remember to buy me flowers! You know Lisianthus are my favorite." Lisianthus means sincere, unchanging love. More importantly, every time I saw those flowers, I remembered that hot afternoon four years ago, my boy shyly telling me clumsy sweet nothings. The message went unanswered. My heart sank with it. It's okay, maybe he's busy, no time to check his phone. He promised me, he'll definitely show up in the end. I tried to comfort myself, deceiving myself. When the agreed time arrived, I got all dressed up beautifully and headed to the restaurant. An hour passed. No one came, no messages. Two hours passed. The person I wanted to see still hadn't appeared. ... I called him. No answer. I kept calling, again and again, relentlessly. Finally, on the twelfth call, he picked up. It was incredibly loud on his end – music, the rattle of dice, shrieks, laughter. "Where are you?" "I'm so sorry, Wendy. Something urgent came up here. I can't make it to dinner." "What kind of urgent situation?" He hemmed and hawed for a while before finally mumbling, "You know that new assistant I hired? She just landed a huge deal, we're celebrating with her." I listened silently, tears dripping onto the table, one by one. "Wendy, you know, she's really capable. I want to keep her at the company—" I cut him off. "Have fun." After saying that, without a shred of hesitation, I hung up. "Waiter, bring the food." I couldn't taste anything. My tears were flowing uncontrollably now, like a dam had broken, splashing into my bowl. After eating, I hailed a cab to go home, but then I received a friend request notification. I recognized the profile picture from last night. It was the assistant. "Hi Wendy, I'm Tiffany Yan, Justin's new assistant." Then she sent a video and a location pin. The video background was dim, looked like a bar or a club. But I couldn't mistake the main character: Justin. Suddenly, the background noise became a unified chant. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Two figures moved closer and closer, finally pressing together. Just then, the lights suddenly brightened, and I clearly saw the two people locked in a passionate kiss. Who else could it be but Justin and Tiffany Yan? I trembled, finally unable to hold back the nausea rising in my throat. I started dry-heaving. Tears streamed down my cheeks instantly. It felt like a giant hand was squeezing my heart, making me gasp desperately for air. The driver saw my wretched state in the rearview mirror. "Miss, are you alright?" I shook my head, wiping away the tears. "Driver, turn around."
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