Chapter 392 My Heart
Another clue was that lucky string; no way I would've come up with that.
Jenny probably thought I wouldn't catch on!
In her mind, she always thought of me as someone stupid, relying on Brad for everything, and unable to do anything but be jealous, nothing more than a good-for-nothing waste. But she didn't expect to embarrass herself.
The moment I posted my comment, the News Feed went dead silent.
We all graduated from the Northern Institute of the Arts, so we had a ton of mutual friends. Clearly, everyone who commented knew Jenny had been after Brad for years and got fooled by her posts, coming to congratulate her, only to realize it was all a mix-up.
I had no idea how Jenny felt right then.
A few seconds later, Mia, along with the long-absent Isabella and several close friends from our Northern Institute of the Arts days, all liked my post. Even Benjamin, with his cold and mocking tone, commented on the second post: [Disgusting.]
Jenny wanted everyone to think she was already with Brad. Now that I had blown her cover, she must be fuming and figuring out how to explain it to everyone.
That's her problem, not mine. Maybe Jenny could just pretend she didn't see anything.
Five minutes later, both posts were gone.
After a bit, my phone buzzed with a Facebook notification. I opened it excitedly. Amelia was laughing hysterically, saying I looked like a rooster ready to fight, always on guard.
Jenny sent me a message, a super threatening and humiliating one: [Bitch, how dare you ruin my plans. Just wait, next time I'll post photos of Brad and me having sex.]
Was Jenny out of her mind?
Jane: [What are you talking about? I don't want to see photos of you and your boyfriend having sex. As for Brad's sex photos, you don't need to post them because that's a private matter between Brad and me, something you can't see. Jealous? Envious? Not convinced? Come on, bite me!]
Who couldn't be infuriating?
Of course, I couldn't just curse people out.
When I was in kindergarten, Helen and the teacher both said that cursing wasn't something good kids did.
Amelia leaned on my shoulder, watching me send the message, and laughed. "Jane, I thought your personality would get you bullied, but it turns out you're a little wildcat hiding its claws. Jenny must be going crazy because of you!"
"Of course," I agreed, shaking hands with Amelia.
After laughing for a bit, Amelia got all serious and asked, "That Jenny is rich and powerful. Even though she's not as pretty as you, being with her could really boost Brad's career. Men are ambitious. I guess there aren't many guys who can resist that kind of temptation. Brad is so talented; with Jenny's help, his career would take off. Jane, what makes you so sure Brad will stay true to you?"
I saw the concern in Amelia's eyes, and it warmed my heart.
Amelia had a point; Jenny had a lot going for her and was the target of many guys' affections. But Brad? He'd never be one of them.
Brad was different. He wanted success but stayed grounded. He knew what he wanted and how to get it.
Most importantly, Brad loved me! Our bond of over twenty years wasn't something anyone can shake.
Some might say, "You and Daniel had an eighteen-year relationship, and it ended badly. Now you can't even talk properly?"
What I want to say was that my feelings for Daniel and Brad were worlds apart.
Daniel was someone I loved because of a joke between our elders. It wasn't because I liked or loved him, but because I always listened to my parents. It was a one-sided, passive thing, not real love.
Brad, on the other hand, won my heart with his long-lasting love and companionship. My feelings for Brad are true love, mutual pursuit, and eternal commitment.
Some might say again, "There are so many couples who start off in love but don't end up together. How can you be sure Brad and you will make it?"
That was a fair question, and I didn't have concrete evidence. If someone pressed me for a reason, I'd just say it was because of my heart.
My heart told me that Brad was my lifelong lover, my rock, and the person I wanted to be with forever.
I turned to look at the small frame Brad had personally photographed and framed. In the picture, I was standing beside him, smiling happily, and his eyes were filled with deep love.
When I first put up this photo, I always thought I looked a bit silly, but Brad said it wasn't silly; it was cute. He loved the real me.
Sometimes I wondered why I didn't realize it was love when Brad's favoritism and pampering were so obvious.
"Love," I said with a sweet smile, "I believe in Brad because of the truest love. If our roles were reversed, he would do the same for me, and the reason would also be the truest love."
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