Chapter 1

It was common knowledge that I was Jack's doormat.

He told everyone I was unwanted trash.

For three years, I endured it all because his face resembled Alex's.

Until I saw Alex again.

Without hesitation, I broke up with Jack.

He glared at me angrily, asking why.

I mockingly told him, "My first love is back, so it's time to throw away the substitute trash like you."

I sat quietly on the sofa, listening to the flirtatious sounds coming from the bathroom.

Moments later, a naked girl came out, giggling.

"Jack, baby, you tore my panties!"

Jack came out and pinched her cheek, lovingly saying he'd buy her new ones.

The next second, the naked couple started passionately kissing in the living room.

I recognized this girl from Instagram. She was Lily, a rising model.

Just as they were about to get more intimate, Lily noticed me on the sofa.

She let out a shrill scream, "Oh my God, why are you here?!"

Jack shielded her behind him and casually asked me, "Why are you back so early?"

"I wasn't busy, so I came home early," I replied.

After sending the young model away, he put on a bathrobe and sat next to me.

"I've been busy drawing blueprints all afternoon. Give me a shoulder massage."

He was calm now, as if I hadn't just caught him in the act.

I looked up at Jack. His face was so similar to my former love.

Initially, to be by Jack's side, I willingly became his doormat.

I was tolerant and generous towards all the women around him.

Even his friends said that finding a woman as understanding as me would be hard even with a searchlight.

I always just smiled without saying anything.

Because no one knew that I was so submissive only because he looked 60% like Alex.

Today was my birthday. I had planned to come home early to change clothes and go out for dinner.

I didn't expect to come home and witness such a scene.

Before, I thought that if I just behaved and listened, I could stay by his side.

But today I realized that he was a cold-hearted person.

No matter how obedient and hardworking I was, it would be in vain.

As I massaged Jack's shoulders, I slowly spoke:

"Jack, let's break up."