The day before Jason and Melanie’s
engagement, the evening gowns were
finished.
I’d finally made up my mind. “Alex, I’m willing
to be your girlfriend, and I’ll try my best to like
you.”
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Alex went crazy with joy, picking me up and
putting me on his shoulders.
“Put me down!”
The sudden change in height startled me, and
I clung to him, afraid of falling.
Seeing my discomfort, Alex switched to a
princess carry, still refusing to let go.
He held me so tight, so excitedly, that I could
feel the vibrations of his chest as he spoke.
“Chloe, do you know how long I’ve waited for
this day? You don’t have to try to like me.
Just giving me a chance makes me happy!”
His joy
infectious.
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I wrapped my arms around his neck, a smile
spreading across my face.
I wanted to experience a sweet love, not the
turbulent, unrequited crush that consumed me
before.
Alex looked down at me, carried me to the
sofa, and took a picture, posting a nine-
picture collage on his social media.
The caption: [Seven years of secret love,
finally realized.]
Our photo together was in the center,
surrounded by pictures of me at different ages. I didn’t know when he’d taken so many.
I wasn’t
to share my life on social media,
but Tulun want Alex to feel neglected
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I liked his post and uploaded our picture with
the caption: [Boyfriend.]
As soon as I posted it, Jason messaged me.
[What boyfriend? Sweetie, are you playing
truth or dare with Alex?]
[Not truth or dare. We’re dating.]
[Sweetie, it’s not fair to him to be with him on
a rebound.]
[It’s not a rebound. I want to try with Alex. If
things go well, we’ll get married.]
Jason didn’t reply.
I close
chat window and asked Alex to
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go with me to deliver the dresses to Jason’s
house.
Melanie tried on the dress, beaming.
But Jason didn’t even look at his suit, let
alone try it on.
He just stared at our intertwined hands, a
curve to his lips, but no smile in his eyes.
“Got a boyfriend, settled the bills with me,
moved out… Sweetie, are you trying to cut
ties with me completely?”
Jason tossed the two bank cards I’d left him
onto the table.
He was clearly angry. In the past, I would have
ase him, but this time, I
tried
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explained calmly, “You’ll always be like family
to me. That won’t change. But I’m dating now,
and you’re getting married. It’s just more
convenient for me to live on my own.”
Jason: “Young love rarely lasts. Moving in
together now will only make the breakup
messier.”
“That won’t happen. Chloe’s the only one I’ve
ever loved. As long as she’s willing, I’ll be with
her forever. You, on the other hand, Mr.
Jason, are getting engaged tomorrow. You
should focus on your engagement party
instead of worrying about Chloe and me.”
Alex handed him the suit. “Chloe and I are
going to a movie. We won’t bother you any
longer.”
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He hadn’t mentioned a movie before.
I glanced at him in surprise, but didn’t say
anything. I said goodbye to Jason and
Melanie and left with Alex.
Jason suddenly called out, “Chloe!”
He always called me “sweetie.” He only used
my name when he was very angry.
I stopped and corrected him, “I have a name.
It’s Chloe Miller.”
When I was six, Jason casually called me
“sweetie,” and my name was changed.
Everyone, including my parents, followed suit.
But I alv
had a name.
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My name was Chloe Miller, not “sweetie.”
I was a person, not a pet.
“Is something the matter, Mr. Jason?” I asked.
