Chapter 3

In my senior year, I was struggling with my thesis and worried about meeting Declan’s parents.

But in the end, I never got the chance.

I saw him in a restaurant, smiling at a woman, cutting steak for her, his every gesture filled with affection.

I had already been through this once.

I knew what it meant, I was cheated on again.

To save face, I spent 200 bucks to hire an underclassman to pretend to be my boyfriend.

That day I calmly broke up with him.

I thought Declan would try to keep me.

Turns out, he didn’t love me anymore.

He was so calm, he didn’t even take my words seriously.

He asked: “Adeline, what do you mean?”

“It means nothing, I don’t love you anymore.”

Why could he move on so quickly, and I couldn’t?

In the end, Declan smiled faintly.

“Adeline, you’re doing great.”

After that, I didn’t see him for three years.

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“We’re here.”

My memories were cut short, and I got out of the car with Fiona.

How could Declan still have the nerve to be sarcastic with me?

He was the one who betrayed me first!

I didn’t expose him, already giving him enough face.

But I was still a bit sad.

Declan was the most intense light in my otherwise dull youth.

“Adeline, why do you seem off? Did my brother steal your soul?”

Fiona was excited: “It’s such a pity, if I didn’t have a sister-in-law, I would’ve set you two up.”

“Did you know? My brother is so devoted, he’s been with my sister-in-law for over three years now.”

In stark contrast to Fiona's joy, my heart felt cold at that moment.

I couldn’t quite describe the feeling.

Was I mad at Declan for betraying me? Not really.

Just a bit resentful.

Seeing I was down, Fiona quickly arranged a gathering to cheer me up.

I almost never attended such chaotic events.

But thinking of Declan, I gritted my teeth and went.

Fiona, being the little rich girl she is, gathered a room full of men.

Some were up-and-coming celebs.

These young boys kept calling me: “Sis.”

Who could resist that?

In the latter part, I got a bit tipsy and grabbed Fiona's hand, asking what her sister-in-law was like.

I can't really put the feeling into words.

Am I angry with Declan for betraying me? Not exactly.

It's more of a lingering resentment.

Fiona noticed I wasn't in the best of moods and immediately organized a get-together with some friends to lift my spirits.

I almost never attend these chaotic gatherings.

But thinking of Declan, I decided to grit my teeth and go.

Fiona, true to her little rich girl style, had filled the room with guys.

Some of them were even up-and-coming celebs.

These young men kept calling me "sis."

Who could resist that?

Later on, feeling a bit tipsy, I clung to Fiona's hand and asked her what her sister-in-law was like.

"Is your sister-in-law prettier than me?"

"Does she have a better figure than me? A bigger chest?"

Fiona shouted, "No! Definitely not!"