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On my last day before leaving, I went to the riverbank in Gotham, the place where Ethan had once planned to
propose to me.
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This must have been a place Ethan casually mentioned. I never considered that one day I would come here to
see it on my own.
The wind by the river was strong and I stood there in a thin coat, my gaze empty and distant.
On my phone, there were paparazzi’s revelations saying that famous actors photographed at Linda’s private residence. The two of them passionately kissed.
Just from the back, I recognized it was Ethan. The two of them were tightly embraced and Linda had a smile on
her face.
The entire internet was filled with blessings for them, creating a joyful and celebratory atmosphere.
The paparazzi’s revelations kept coming.
Linda was seen linking arms with Ethan, the two of them wearing matching couple outfits at a wrap party.
Ethan affectionately touched Linda’s face and even when they noticed the paparazzi, he didn’t stop them.
I saw that Linda was wearing the necklace I loved the most and the dress that Ethan and I had picked out together when we were shopping.
But he had said that I wasn’t photogenic and that buying such an expensive item would be a waste.
I once thought about buying it, but when I went to the store, I was told it had already been sold.
It turned out Ethan had bought it and given it to Linda, who he felt was worthy of the necklace.
I let out a heavy sigh and walked to the riverbank. I took off the cheap bracelet Ethan had given me when he confessed his feelings.
Over the past five years, I had carefully treasured it, afraid it would get scratched or damaged. Even during work, I would take it off and place it aside.
I thought true love couldn’t be measured by price, but I was wrong.
I threw this item, which had witnessed both Ethan’s love and indifference, into the river. It made no sound as it silently sank.
I stood there for a moment, casting one last glance at the rolling river.
By 10 AM, I was pulling my suitcase, leaving home.
Ethan and Linda were still at the wrap party. In the spotlight, they drank to the blessings, while I, in the cold wind, left behind all my love and hate.
I wrote a handwritten note agreeing to the breakup, though I didn’t know if Ethan would even come back home. One by one, I cut up the fifty pieces of clothing I had made for him with scissors, scraps of fabric scattered all over the floor.
Without looking back, I boarded the plane and left this land behind.
In the evening, Ethan discovered I had blocked all his contacts. As soon as the wrap party ended, he rushed. home, seething with anger.
He was prepared for an argument, thinking there was no way I could give up on him since I loved him so much.
