After Breaking Up 999 Times, I Agreed to Leave, But He Regretted It

Jazzy Yorkshire and Wanda Sheraton had been dating for 1,999 days and broke up for the 999th time over a trivial matter. Breaking up had become a common occurrence in Wanda and Jazzy's relationship.

The 999th breakup happened on the 1,997th day of their relationship. As usual, when Wanda was trying to coax him back to her side, she overheard his conversation with a friend.

"Don't you just see Hanley as a substitute for Wanda? Then why do you want to marry Hanley?"

Jazzy stayed silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "At first, I did see her as a substitute when Wanda wasn’t around. But somehow, I realized I couldn’t leave Hanley."

His friend asked, "But don’t you still love Wanda deeply? You and Wanda have broken up 999 times. You once agreed that if you were still together after the 1000th breakup, you would get married."

Jazzy smiled with confidence. "There won’t be a thousandth breakup. From now on, I’ll pamper her, treat her twice as well and never give her the chance to break up for the hundredth time."

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Wanda stood outside the door, feeling as if her heart was being crushed by an invisible hand. A suffocating feeling swept over her entire body.

She could barely remember how she and Jazzy had endured these 999 breakups. Not long ago, these memories were so vivid—every heartbreak, every moment of reluctance, every regret, every bitterness...

When they were in school, Jazzy had been a thin boy, but he always hung out with a group of friends who loved to fight and cause trouble, brandishing sticks and knives, shouting louder than anyone else. Even during fights, he always rushed to the front.

Yet, only when he was with Wanda did he show a rare elegance, a trace of gentleness, even blushing from shyness. Only with Wanda could Jazzy be truly gentle. Because of this, Jazzy left an indelible impression on Wanda—one she could never forget.

Later, Jazzy had taken the initiative to pursue Wanda, but she rejected him many times. Frustrated, he became reckless and self-indulgent. He started hanging out with different girls every day, playing wildly with his friends and staying out all night.

Eventually, Wanda could no longer stand it and sought him out to talk. "You shouldn’t be so foolish."

Jazzy replied indifferently, shouting, "You’re not even my family. Why do you care so much about me?"

He continued down his dark path, lost in his own excesses.

Wanda couldn’t bear it any longer and confronted him again. "When will you become a good boy?"

Jazzy stepped closer to her and kissed her for the first time. It was a deep, lingering kiss that lasted for ten minutes. With their breath mingling, both of their eyes turned hazy and unclear.

For the first time, Wanda let everything go and held Jazzy tightly without hesitation.

Jazzy said with a hint of mischief, "If you want me to be a good boy, then you have to be my girlfriend."

This time, Wanda didn’t hesitate. "I promise you. I love you. I’ll love you to death in this life and I’ll never leave you."

Jazzy smiled and teased, "Really? Can you swear it?"

Without thinking, Wanda raised her hand. "I swear, I, Wanda, will love Jazzy until death. If I break this promise, God—"

Before she could finish, Jazzy silenced her with another kiss. That kiss was sweet—so sweet.

Wanda felt like her life had never been so free, so blissful, so utterly comforting.