Chapter 505 Goodbye, Never See You Again
I wanted to say no, but I was lugging a suitcase and couldn't let go in time, so Ryan shoved me back into the bedroom.
He was a bit frantic and used too much force. I stumbled a few steps and almost fell. Instinctively, I grabbed the nearest thing to steady myself.
When I hit the ground, I realized it was just a small packaging bag. Because I yanked it so hard, it tore open, revealing a light pink dress.
My left hand smacked the floor hard, and it hurt like hell.
My anger flared up. I kicked the dress away, scrambled to my feet, and slapped Ryan.
The slap echoed, and both of us were stunned.
The Amelia from junior year in high school would never have imagined she'd slap Ryan one day.
No one can be someone else's forever.
A clear handprint quickly appeared on Ryan's cheek, and his eyes were filled with embarrassment.
After hitting him, I calmed down.
What was I doing? If we get along, we stay together; if not, we part ways. No need to make a scene.
I rubbed my numb palm on my pants, resisting the urge to knock out Ryan's teeth.
Since we were already breaking up, why had we made it so messy? I had acted too impulsively.
I couldn't understand why I was acting this way. Why didn't I want to listen to Ryan's explanation?
The fact was, I really didn't want to. Not only did I not want to hear Ryan's explanation, but I also felt uncomfortable just seeing him.
"I'm sorry. I overreacted. If you want to hold me accountable, I'll compensate according to the law." With that, I leaned weakly against the wall.
Ryan replied, "No, Amelia, I didn't mean for you to compensate. If this slap can make you less angry, then so be it."
I said, "Thanks. I'm leaving. Take care."
But Ryan tightly grasped my already sore left hand. His voice was slightly anxious, tinged with helplessness and impatience. His lofty demeanor seemed to say, "Amelia, I've given you plenty of respect. If you keep making a scene, you'll be ungrateful."
Ryan said, "Is it because of this dress? Grace is staying at a hotel, and it's inconvenient for her to do laundry, so I brought it back to wash for her. It's just a dress. Fine, next time you have your period, I'll wash your clothes too. Is that okay?"
I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Why hadn't I noticed before how self-righteous Ryan was?
Was I asking him to wash a piece of clothing for me? I just wanted him to have that attitude.
By saying this, he completely failed to realize his own mistake and instead seemed to be patronizing me.
Was I a beggar, needing Ryan's charity?
Alright, whether he truly didn't understand or was just pretending to be clueless, I chose to believe he genuinely didn't get it. I decided to be straightforward with him.
I responded, "Ryan, the issue between us isn't just about a dress. It's been five years, and I've done everything I could for you. Yet, whenever something happens, you always choose Grace and leave me behind.
A hand-washed dress doesn't matter. What's important is your attitude towards me. Where exactly do I stand in your heart? Am I your soon-to-be wife, or just a comfort and filler for your loneliness?
Five years, why haven't I moved you? I couldn't understand it before, but now I do. It's because you don't love me, so you always ignore me.""Ryan, you don't have to love me, but I need to love myself. I've worked hard in school, taken my job seriously, and taken good care of myself. I didn't do all this for you to mistreat me. I was foolish before, thinking I could change you. But now I don't think that way anymore, and I don't want to keep trying."
"No, Amelia, you're my girlfriend. I've never thought of you as anything else. I chose Grace because her parents aren't around, and we've grown up together. I can't just ignore her." As Ryan spoke, his voice became softer, maybe because he realized how ridiculous his words sounded, and he slowly fell silent.
I said, "You can't ignore her, but you can ignore me. Why? Because you don't love me. I have self-awareness. Since I can't change you, then forget it. Let's break up. You have your freedom, and I'll find someone who loves me. I believe, in such a big world with so many people, there's someone out there who belongs to me and loves only me, right?" I smiled slightly, my eyes fixed on the bedroom door handle.
I had thought before that if I ever broke up with Ryan, it would be so painful that I would want to die. Years had passed, and not only had we broken up, but I had been the one to initiate it.
And yes, it hurt, but not to the point that I wanted to die.
Just give me some time, and I would let this pain gradually fade away, along with Ryan, like a passing breeze.
Ryan's expression had turned sour. He had tried to hold my hand, but I had shaken him off.
He didn't get angry and tried to continue talking to me.
But I had no patience left.
Ryan remarked, "Amelia, don't be like this. Let's find a time to discuss marriage again. I'll hand-wash your dresses in the future, okay? Don't talk about breaking up. We've been together for so many years. We can't throw away all these years of feelings over a dress."
I sneered. "Ryan, if you really cared about our five years together, you wouldn't have done so many things to hurt me. It's late. I have to go. Goodbye, and never see you again."
Ryan continued, "Don't. Amelia, don't go. I was wrong. I apologize. From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll only be good to you, okay? Don't talk about breaking up."
I looked at his anxious attempt to keep me and suddenly found it laughable.
If he had said this five years ago, any day before this, I might have been moved. But now, no matter how sincere he sounded, I couldn't believe him.
I said, "Stop it; let's be dignified. Your pestering makes me think you actually like me. Or maybe you feel guilty for those five years and want to compensate me so I don't lose so badly?"
Ryan replied, "No, I'm not."
I interrupted him, "Ryan, tell me, what was the deal with the condom wrapper in your pocket that night?"
Ryan's body shook violently, his face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, and the leg blocking my way unconsciously moved back.
He mumbled, "It's not what you think. Grace was changing her dress in the bathroom and accidentally fell. I heard and went to help her. She hugged me and kissed me, and we ended up having sex. Amelia, it was just an accident. I never thought of breaking up with you. Please forgive me, I won't do it again."
I laughed sadly, unable to hold back my tears.
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