My boyfriend held the white moonlight of returning to China and watched me being made fun of by the whole table, but later he cried and begged me not to leave.

Chapter 3

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I moved back to the apartment I previously rented.

Woke up to find dozens of messages from Daphne.

Someone had posted about me flipping the table and splashing drinks at last night's gathering on the college online forum.

Even though I graduated three years ago.

During college, my reputation for chasing after Gideon and being a doormat was known all over campus.

I clicked on the link Daphne sent.

The post was popular, pinned to the top.

Basically said Phoebe played the doormat for years and finally got promoted, but once the real one, Cora, returned, Phoebe, the impostor, had to step aside.

It included two pictures: one of me sitting alone at the table looking a bit lonely, and the other of Gideon sweetly comforting Cora.

His face showed a tenderness and care I had never seen in the past four years.

I suppressed my nausea and scrolled quickly.

The comments below were naturally unbearable.

I logged into my main account to leave a comment.

But as soon as I posted it, the thread was deleted by the admin.

I looked through the forum, didn’t know the admin.

Confused, Daphne called.

"What’s really going on with you and Gideon?"

I got up, went to the bathroom to freshen up.

"We’re exes now."

Daphne: "Don’t believe it."

I kept brushing my teeth and washing my face.

After a while, she suspiciously asked, "Are you serious?"

"Gideon wanted to break up with you a few times before, yet you still clung to him, this time..."

I don’t blame Daphne for thinking that way.

Because I was indeed a complete doormat before.

Gideon dated others.

I bought the bubble tea and movie tickets for him.

Gideon slept with others.

I booked the hotel rooms for him.

Gideon’s long-lost love went abroad, he drank day and night.

I took care of him day and night.

For four years.

Call me a doormat, I admit it.

But say I loved him deeply, I don’t.

It was just a debt I had to repay.

But now I’m about to die.

Who cares if he’s happy or not.

"Daphne, this time it’s real."

I packed up my things, chatted with her for a bit, and hung up.

Got ready to go to work.

Just opened the door, and there was Gideon at the door.