Chapter 3

“Wren, are you satisfied now?”

Julian pulled away without hesitation and went after Cora.

Only I was left behind.

Me, and the hair scattered all over the floor.

I opened my phone.

There were many more comments under that post.

Most of them praised Julian and Cora for being gorgeous together and looking like a perfect match.

One comment said:

“Am I the only one who thinks the guy’s current girlfriend is really pitiful? She somehow became part of a betting game…”

Cora replied to that comment on purpose.

“What’s there to pity? Women like that have no self-respect.”

“She wants to date a hot guy but won’t dress up or make herself more attractive. She’s trading her dignity for a relationship that was never hers.”

“If Julian and I hadn’t broken up, she wouldn’t even have the qualifications to be his little doormat.”

Soon, a familiar profile picture liked that comment.

I had clearly already prepared myself to leave.

But the moment I saw Julian’s like, my heart still stung.

Then Cora posted a video.

Inside a dimly lit bar, Julian poured back drink after drink.

His voice was blurred, but I heard every word clearly.

“Cora’s mad at me. These three shots are my apology. I’ll drink the rest for her too.”

“Her stomach’s bad. I’ll drink with you guys until you’re satisfied.”

He downed eight full shots of hard liquor.

He didn’t hesitate.

He only kept saying over and over again:

“Cora, don’t be mad anymore, okay?”

The comments started shipping them.

“Oh my God, so sweet! He’s humbly begging her to forgive him!”

“Just get back together already! He obviously sees himself as her person!”

I suddenly remembered the party on the day I graduated.

I lost a game, and the punishment was drinking.

But I was allergic to alcohol.

Everyone joked and told Julian to drink for me.

He only said calmly, “Wren, I’m sorry. I never drink.”

At the time, I thought he truly couldn’t drink, so I forced myself to finish it.

So Julian just didn’t want to drink for me.

I turned off my phone.

Then I bent down and picked up the hair that had been cut from my head.

It was late at night when drunk Julian was finally helped back home by Cora.

The moment our eyes met, Cora let out a sneer.

“You saw that post, didn’t you?”

“You clearly know the person in Julian’s heart is me, but you still cling to him. You really have no dignity.”

I laughed softly.

“Sorry, but I’m Julian’s official girlfriend right now. Strictly speaking, you’re the mistress who failed to steal him.”

“When you call someone shameless for not letting go, do you ever think about how much more shameless it is to interfere in someone else’s relationship?”

“Cora, can’t you live without a man?”

Cora trembled with anger.

She put Julian onto the bed and glared at me.

“No matter what, the only person Julian loves is me. The one who isn’t loved is the mistress. Don’t you get it?”

“I cut your hair, and Julian couldn’t even bear to say one harsh word to me. For my health, he got blackout drunk with my friends.”

“A frumpy girl like you thinks you’re worthy of competing with me for Julian’s love?”

Before she finished, Julian laughed from the bed.

“Wren… Wren, I can’t sleep unless I’m holding you.”

The room went silent.

I lifted an eyebrow and said nothing.

Cora’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“No way. He must be drunk and saying the wrong name.”

She swept her eyes over me from head to toe, as if reassuring herself.

“Wren, you’re so tacky.”

“Your face is passable, but you’ve wasted it with your terrible fashion sense. Men are visual animals. Julian wouldn’t look at you in his next life.”

She walked toward the guest room in her high heels.

Then she turned back to me and said, “Julian asked me to stay. Sorry.”

“If you’re pissed, suck it up. This is his home, after all.”

“I’ll let you take care of Julian tonight. Maybe it’s the last night he belongs to you.”

She kept reminding me that the three-year deadline was almost here.

I didn’t look at her.

I only thought she was noisy.