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I Ran Away from My Wedding and My Boyfriend Cracked Up
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On the day I was diagnosed with leukemia, Zhou Jie’s mistress took the initiative to confront me.
Some things don’t need to be said; we all understand them deep down. But I was still taken aback by her bluntness.
“I’m just a mistress, and you know it without me saying,” she began. “I’ve been with Zhou Jie for a year, and we’ve been intimate one hundred and six times—sixty of those in hotels, forty at my place, and six at your home with Zhou Jie.”
“I just wanted to let you know that Zhou Jie no longer loves you. My existence is the best proof of that.”
I nodded. “Is there anything else?”
She paused, surprised. “Aren’t you angry?”
I lit a cigarette. “Do you have anything more to say?”
She pulled out her phone and opened a video, handing it to me. In the video, a woman beside Zhou Jie was crying, saying, “Jie Ge, please don’t abandon me. Even if you marry her out of responsibility, don’t leave me behind.”
Zhou Jie coldly pushed her away. “Xiao Hui, you know my situation; it’s dangerous to be with me. There’s some money on this card; find someone reliable and live a good life.”
The woman looked at him longingly. “I’m not afraid of danger; I just ask that you don’t abandon me.”
At that moment, a flicker of distraction crossed Zhou Jie’s dark eyes before he leaned down to kiss her.
“How does that make you feel?” the woman asked smugly.
I shrugged. “He really doesn’t love me anymore; otherwise, you wouldn’t exist.”
The girl blinked in surprise. “You… you’re not angry?”
I smiled and said, "Why would I be angry?"
"Miss Liu, I've made myself clear. Zhou Jie loves me now; I am his true love."
"Is that so?" I chuckled softly.
The girl looked at me with suspicion.
I stood up and patted her shoulder.
"He doesn't love you, nor does he love me; he loves the memory of me."
"Before I met him, I was a pure young girl. We loved each other for eight years, and those eight years were the cleanest time of his life."
"But then he took a different path, and there was no turning back."
"His hands are stained with blood, and I have been tainted as well."
"For him, that innocent Liu Yiru is already dead."
"So he loves the memory, not the person."
"He will eventually grow tired of you, and when that time comes, your fate will be far more tragic than mine."
I patted her shoulder again.
"Take care of yourself."
I was lying to her.
No matter how pitiful she was, she was still better off than someone who was about to die.
How did Zhou Jie and I end up together?
I was born without ever seeing my parents; my grandmother raised me all by herself.
Unfortunately, she didn’t stay with me for long; she passed away when I was sixteen.
It was around this time that Zhou Jie suddenly burst into my life.
The two years he pursued me can only be described as intense. He gave me money, bought me clothes, took me out for delicious meals, and brought me to the movies. Most importantly, he provided me with a confidence that no one else could. A confidence that made it so I would no longer be bullied.
So, on my eighteenth birthday, we spent the night together. From that day on, my life underwent a dramatic transformation; I went from being a girl to becoming a woman. The first night was painful; I bit his shoulder and cried all night long.
The next day, he took me to meet his friends. I timidly sat in the corner, listening to their loud banter. Eventually, I realized that my world was completely different from his. If I wanted to be worthy of him, I had to force myself to adapt quickly to his lifestyle.
I cut my hair short and dyed it red, learned to smoke, and got tattoos. My body was covered in scars—too many to count: knife wounds, gunshot wounds, burns… I transformed myself into an underground queen and climbed up to the position of second-in-command in the underworld alongside him.
But he was not happy. Countless nights, he would stroke my scarred skin and sigh, "I miss the clean version of you." Every time I heard those words, I would push him away. "Zhou Jie, do you have any conscience left?"
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