Chapter 502 Angry
My brother looked at me, dead serious. "Haven't I always had your back? If you'd just listened to me once, you wouldn't have wasted six years."
He wasn't wrong. When Ryan and I first got together, my brother warned me that Ryan was bad news. He said Ryan's eyes were cold, like he didn't care about me at all.
My brother pointed out that the Price family was way out of our league, and marrying into that family would be tough. He told me to think it through and not be so stubborn.
Even though we were just a regular working-class family, my folks spoiled me rotten. If I wanted something, they'd give it to me without a second thought.
But back then, I was so obsessed with Ryan that nothing could stop me from chasing after him.
I told my brother that Ryan loved me, that he was the only one I wanted. I didn't care about his fancy cars or big house; I just wanted him, and nothing could tear us apart.
I didn't care about anything else. I thought I was some kind of romantic hero, willing to give up everything for love. But to my brother, I was just a fool blinded by love.
Deep down, I knew Ryan was distant and it hurt. But I was too confident, always thinking I could melt his icy heart someday.
But that dress was the last straw.
I was tired, frustrated, and drained. I couldn't find a reason to keep going.
Looking back at those days of chasing after Ryan, hoping for a smile, it seems so pathetic now.
Five years had gone by, and I still meant nothing to him.
I took another sip of my cold coffee, now bitter and lifeless.
Just like my feelings for Ryan. When I finally broke free from the lies I told myself, all the happiness I thought I had was just bitterness and sorrow.
I said, "I'm breaking up with Ryan."
My brother looked at me, stunned. "Are you serious? Am I hearing this right? Can you really let go?"
I gave a weak smile.
I nodded firmly. "Yeah, I really want to break up with him."
My brother knew me well. He knew that once I made up my mind, there was no turning back.
He said, "If you're sure, then I've got your back. But make sure you know what you want and that you won't regret it later. You're not getting any younger, and you shouldn't waste your time on someone who doesn't deserve it."
After we finished our coffee, my brother took me out for dinner. By the time we said goodbye, it was almost dark.
He dropped me off and watched as I dragged my suitcase upstairs before driving away.
I didn't really want to see Ryan right now, but some things needed to be said face-to-face. I like to have closure, not leave things hanging.
I took out my key and opened the door. The living room was brightly lit, and my favorite show was on TV.
Ryan was on the balcony, taking care of my long-neglected plants.While I was away, I thought about texting Ryan to check on my plants. But then I remembered they didn't need much water, so I let it slide.
I never expected Ryan, who used to mock my plant obsession, to be out there with a spray bottle, playing gardener.
In six years, this was a first.
It was weird.
Maybe he knew I was coming back today and was putting on a show.
Why? Did he finally realize he messed up and was trying to make things right?
It was too late for that.
I pushed my suitcase into the room and shut the bedroom door without saying a word to Ryan.
He stood on the balcony, watching me silently. I knew he was waiting for me to acknowledge him, but I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction anymore, so I just ignored him.
When I cherished him, he was like a fragile piece of crystal. If I let go, he'd shatter.
Who wants to live with broken glass that could cut them at any moment?
Ryan finally spoke up, "You left without a word and came back without telling me. Amelia, do I mean that little to you? Do you even consider me your boyfriend?"
He followed me into the bedroom, getting closer and closer, his familiar scent giving me a headache.
Ryan stopped a few steps away, his striking features unchanged, but his eyes were still cold and indifferent.
I felt uncomfortable and instinctively avoided his gaze.
"I was busy and forgot," I replied. I was exhausted and didn't want to talk anymore. I hoped he'd get mad and leave so I could lie down and rest.
"What kind of job doesn't let you rest? Are you done now?" Ryan took another step closer.
I instinctively stepped back, grabbed my pajamas from the bedside table, and headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
The bathroom door was frosted glass, so I could see Ryan approaching but couldn't make out his expression.
"If you need me to wash your back, just call," Ryan said, raising his voice a bit.
If I could fool myself before, the condom wrapper was a wake-up call, not just waking me up but also causing me a lot of pain.
But it was better to endure the pain now than to experience a deeper hurt after marrying Ryan, which would be a true loss.
"No, thank you," I responded.
Ryan stood in front of the bathroom door for a while before turning and walking away slowly.
Seeing this, I let out a long sigh of relief and turned on the water to wash off the gel.
After the shower, I put on some conservative pajamas, wrapped my hair in a big towel, and walked out. I sat on the bed, drying my hair with the towel.
Ryan walked over and tried to take the towel from me. "Let me dry your hair."
I sneered inwardly. For the past five years, I had wanted him to dry my hair, but he couldn't even be bothered to look at me, let alone respond to me.
Now that I no longer needed him to dry my hair, why was he offering to do it?
"I can do it myself." I avoided Ryan's hand and moved to the small sofa, sitting far away from him.
Ryan turned and looked at me quietly, then suddenly said, "Amelia, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me."
I was stunned. What was he doing?
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