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I couldn’t understand it. How could he be so heartless? He was the very same person I fell in love with two s
ago.
I had told him before, that Evil Eye necklace was something my grandmother gave me when I was sick as a child, when I couldn’t get better no matter what. She spent a whole day at the church praying for me, asking for protection. She passed a magic stall on the way and the seller offered her the Evil Eye saying it could bring protection. Even though it was just a cheap souvenir, to me, it represented more love than words could express.
He had once said, “I envy you for having such a wonderful grandmother. If it were me, I would cherish that Evil Eye necklace forever.” He even promised me that he would love me unconditionally, just like my grandmother did.
But now here we were and the truth was for different Not only did he not love me but he had thrown away the
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The Proposal I Didn’t Get, and the Wealth He Never Saw Coming
love my grandmother gave me, like it meant nothing.
Maybe it was because he had never seen me this broken before, that his voice dropped when he replied, “I threw
it away the day before yesterday. The trash was taken out this morning.”
I glared at him, my anger boiling over. “If I don’t find it, you’re done.”
I spun around, heading for the door. My best friend followed me without a word.
As we got in the elevator, time seemed to stretch out longer than ever. I wanted to just jump down right into the bin and search that tiny necklace.
Maybe luck was on my side, or maybe fate was just unwilling to punish me for not being the one at fault. After digging through three trash bins, I finally found it–the rusty Evil Eye necklace, just as precious as it had always
been.
Once back in the apartment, I took a shower and changed clothes, then asked my best friend to stay and watch Darryl while I left with a small box of my things.
I didn’t want to see Darryl again. Looking at him made me feel like staring at the ugliest chapter of my life.
But of course, fate had other plans. Two days later, I ran into Darryl and Courtney at my dad’s restaurant.
I had planned to treat my best friend to a nice dinner to thank her for the help in evicting Darryl, so I chose my
dad’s restaurant. Unfortunately, she had a last–minute thing come up and couldn’t make it, so I was left to eat alone.
I found a table by the window, hoping to have a peaceful meal. But as soon as I sat down, I saw Darryl and
Courtney at the table next to mine. And, of course, they saw me too.
- me.
I didn’t want to deal with them, but when the waiter came over to take my order, they moved to sit across from
“June,” Darryl said with a sneer, “I know I broke up with you and I get that you’re upset, but you didn’t need to
follow me here. Ordering all this food to impress me? That’s just pathetic. I’ll just end up looking down on you.”
He turned to the waiter and continued, “The total for her order has to be over a thousand, right? Cancel it all. She
can’t afford this place. If she tries to eat for free, you’ll be the one in trouble.”
The waiter looked confused, glancing between us.
“She’s my ex–girlfriend,” Darryl went on, “I know exactly how much money she has. She once pressured her parents, who sell buns, to buy her a house. Today, she’s probably drained their bank account to eat here. People like her don’t belong in fancy places like this. You should ask her to leave.”
“I can’t afford it?” I couldn’t hold back a laugh. What about you? The guy who can’t even pay your thousand–dollar rent every month–are you seriously going to judge me? You are desperate for me to get kicked out
so that I don’t see that you only ordered the cheap items on the menu, right?”
That was bull’s eyes. His face went bright red. But Darryl tried to deny it, saying, “No, that’s not true. I just…
haven’t finished ordering yet.”
He grabbed the menu and started listing off high–end dishes, trying to act tough. “Waiter, I also want, Boston lobster, deep–sea king crab and…this set of scallops and wine.”
His voice sounded confident, but I could tell he was just trying to save face. His wallet was likely crying inside.
The waiter looked back at me and I told her, “I’m good. You can go.”
Hearing this, Darryl sat back smugly, thinking he had won. He even told me to leave, as if my presence would
somehow ruin his meal.
