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I accidentally stumbled upon the chat history.
That day in the library, he suddenly grabbed a tissue, muttering that his stomach hurt, and rushed to the restroom, leaving his phone behind.
Under the dim light of the desk lamp, his phone screen lit up with a notification. A WeChat message popped up, and the contact was saved as "Baby." I was puzzled, but my fingers had already unlocked his phone. The chat background featured a sultry selfie of a girl on a bed.
"I miss you tonight, baby."
"I want to kiss you to death, I miss your hugs."
"Did you like that sexy lingerie from last time?"
"I'll buy you a black lace one next time; I promise it will leave you wanting more." That day was when I stayed up late helping him prepare campaign materials, a memory etched in my mind while he was entwined with someone else.
I bit my lip hard and scrolled through the messages. The records from six months ago vividly chronicled their moments together, from flirtation to intimacy, from testing the waters to indulgence.
So it was Zhang Nana.
The one who always wore super short skirts in Student Council and smiled sweetly at everyone—Zhang Nana.
"There's a Student Council meeting tonight. I'll make up an excuse to leave early; wait for me."
"I wish I could hold you right now."
"Meng Yan is so annoying, always clinging to me; I can’t take it anymore."
Then the messages grew increasingly explicit.
"Last night was amazing; should we try a different position next time?"
"That red outfit really suits you; when can I see you wear it again?"
"Let’s meet at our usual spot at three this afternoon; don’t forget to bring your little umbrella."
On those weekends, he always made excuses, claiming he had meetings or basketball practice, while in reality, he was out shopping and watching movies with her.
As I scrolled down, I completely broke down—there was a photo, a selfie of them in a hotel room, the sheets in the background a chaotic mess, and Wang Yi was holding Zhang Nana, smiling radiantly.
Suddenly, I recalled how last month his shopping app was flooded with ads for lingerie, and I had naively asked him what was going on.
He had stammered that it was just random ads and told me not to overthink it.
In an instant, all my doubts were answered. No wonder he always said he had meetings; no wonder he frequently canceled our dates at the last minute; no wonder he had been so distracted lately.
Tears dripped onto my phone screen, blurring the nauseating conversations.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly put down my phone and pretended to be reading.
Wang Yi returned, wearing that innocent smile of his: "What did you eat? My goodness, my stomach can't take it."
I looked up at this man who once made my heart race and felt a profound sense of unfamiliarity for the first time.
He still didn't know that the facade he had maintained for so long had completely crumbled that day.
"Meng Yan, let me explain... it's not what you think," he said.
"Not what I think?" My voice was low and hoarse. "Then tell me, what is it?"
He opened his mouth but no words came out; beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He tried to reach for my arm but I shook him off forcefully.
"Don't touch me." I glared at him. "Did you think I would never find out?"
The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile that was more pitiful than crying. "Meng Yan, I really love you... Zhang Nana... she’s just..."
"Just what?" My voice suddenly rose, feeling the fury in my chest threatening to consume me. "Just a casual fling? Just a toy for occasional amusement? Or is she the one you truly like while I'm just an inconvenient burden?"
Wang Yi stood frozen, his face instantly paling.
"Last night was great. Let's try a different position next time," I sneered. "Red lace suits her? And you even reminded her to bring an umbrella? Wang Yi, you’re truly disgusting." With each word I spoke, his face grew whiter.
"Do you know? That night, I stayed up late preparing your campaign materials, while you were in a hotel room taking selfies with her!" Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. "You said you would always treat me well, that I was your only one, but now? Those words were all lies, right?"
Wang Yi no longer looked at me; he lowered his head, his hands clenched into tight fists. "Meng Yan, I really... I really didn't mean to."
"Didn't mean to?" My voice nearly turned into a scream. "Then tell me, who forced you to say those ambiguous things to her? Who made you engage in those filthy actions?"
He was left speechless, standing there like a condemned sinner. At that moment, I was the judge.
"Three years, Wang Yi!" My voice cracked with emotion. "Three years! How much have I sacrificed for you? To help you fit into the Student Council, I gave up my own time; to let you focus on basketball training, I stayed up late writing plans for you; to surprise you with a birthday gift, I scrimped and saved for half a year!"
Tears blurred my vision, but I stubbornly stared at him. "And what did I get in return? Betrayal, deceit, and one humiliation after another!"
Finally, he lifted his head, his gaze filled with regret. "Meng Yan, I'm sorry..."
"Don't say you're sorry!" I almost shouted. "Can your 'sorry' make me believe in love again? Can it make me forget all of this?"
"From today on, we are done." My voice was cold and resolute, without a hint of hesitation. "Wang Yi, you've destroyed not just this relationship but also all my fantasies about love."
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