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Secrets of Midnight
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My best friend, Ma Yuan, got drunk at a social event. I bought her some hangover medicine and took her to the hotel. She was holding a trash can, throwing up uncontrollably, and after she finished, she wiped her tears and started complaining to me—complaining about how terrible her ex-boyfriend was for breaking up with her after just three months. She also complained about how awful the client was for constantly pouring drinks on her.
While I listened to her rambling, I couldn't help but pay attention to the noises coming from the next room. Because I heard a very familiar voice—a man's suppressed low growl. That voice...
I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. The man sleeping with that woman next door was my ex-boyfriend, Chen Weidong.
My hands and feet turned cold, and my heart sank. I picked up my phone and dialed Chen Weidong's number. The call went unanswered.
Ma Yuan was still chattering away, so I covered her mouth and said, "Don't talk; let me listen carefully." She widened her eyes and pointed at the hangover medicine in her hand. I made a "shh" gesture at her.
She understood immediately, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I hugged her tightly to prevent her from going out to catch him in the act. I didn't know how to face this situation. Just this morning, he had been in the kitchen making breakfast for me. We had lived together for six years, considering ourselves an unmarried couple. I had even thought about marrying him this year and having a baby by the end of the year.
But today, I discovered that he had betrayed me.
"Xiao Xuan, are you okay?" Ma Yuan asked with concern.
I released her and shook my head, "I'm fine, go to bed early."
I returned home in a daze, sitting on the sofa and looking at the apartment where I lived with Chen Weidong.
Every corner here held our memories.
My parents had always favored boys over girls, and I had always felt like an unwanted child.
Only Chen Weidong would hold my hand and take me out to have fun.
In my senior year of high school, my dad locked me in the house, forcing me to marry an older man.
It was my mom who secretly slipped me a thousand yuan, and Chen Weidong lent me ten thousand,
which allowed me to escape to the neighboring city to take the college entrance exam.
I have always remembered this kindness.
But...
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Chen Weidong walked in from outside.
I glanced at him and then at the clock on the wall.
It was three-thirty in the morning.
I struggled to suppress my anger as I scrutinized his expression.
But his face looked completely normal; there was no panic from infidelity, nor any guilt.
His nonchalant demeanor infuriated me.
I fought to control my rage and coldly asked him, "Where did you go today?"
"There was a problem with the project; I've been busy all day," he replied.
As he spoke, I held my breath and focused intently on him.
He was lying.
His right hand unconsciously rubbed his left cufflink.
"It's late, you should go to bed early." He rubbed his forehead wearily.
I felt cold all over, my heart was also chilled.
The next day, I took a day off to go hiking with Chen Father and Chen's Mother.
There was actually some selfishness behind it.
The Chen couple treated me very well, and I had always regarded them as my own parents.
However, Chen Weidong said he wanted to join us.
I glanced at him in surprise but didn't refuse.
Having an extra driver was not a bad thing.
Aunt Chen beamed when she saw us together and joked, "The busy person finally has time to accompany us old folks."
Aunt Chen took my hand and kindly asked about my recent situation.
I patiently answered her one by one.
Suddenly, Aunt Chen lowered her voice and asked mysteriously, "When are you two planning to get married?"
My heart sank, and a bitter emotion surged within me.
I forced a smile, "He's busy with work; there's no rush for marriage."
I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging deep into my palms, using the pain to remind myself to stay calm.
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