After I Stopped Loving Him, He Was Filled With Regret

On the third day of the business trip, I changed my profile photo of WhatsApp into a popular one.

My boyfriend suddenly sent me a message. "We’re out of condoms. Buy some when you come back."

Stunned, I subconsciously replied with a question mark.

However, he immediately withdrew the message and explained, "I was playing Truth or Dare. I lost just now. They asked me to send that."

I was skeptical and accidentally entered a direct broadcasting room at night.

She said, "My boyfriend encountered something very embarrassing today. He sent a message he planned to send to me to his sister and asked her to buy condoms for us."

Unfortunately, her boyfriend's account name and profile picture were exactly the same as my boyfriend's.

Then I heard the blogger talking about her love life with a smile.

My heart sank.

I had just experienced what she said this afternoon.

But I was the poor sister she mentioned.

I didn't want to associate these two things together.

However, the profile picture and online ID made me overthink.

My boyfriend named Carter Becker. I had helped him decide his profile picture and online name.

In the lower right corner of his profile picture, there was my special logo.

Unfortunately, the blogger only showed the picture for a few seconds. I couldn't enlarge it to check.

My mind was in a mess, and I couldn't listen to anything she said.

Right at this moment, Carter suddenly called.

I paused and answered the call.

His slightly panting voice came from the other end of the line.

"Vivi, are you asleep?"

His voice was mellow, which was particularly attractive.

Usually, when I heard this kind of voice, I would make fun of it.

But now, I was a little annoyed.

As soon as I heard his voice, I remembered what the blogger had just said.

"Vivi, why are you ignoring me?"

Seeing that I didn't speak, he muttered in grievance.

I ignored his question and asked, "What are you doing?"

He paused and said lightly, "I'm missing you. I'm looking forward to your return every day. When you're not at home, I’m so bored at home."

Just as he said this, the livestream channel became active.

The blogger who was sharing her love stories laughed out loud and said, "We women can't be stupid. Men's words are the most unreliable. Don’t believe them when they say they miss and love you."

When she said that, I heard it clearly in the video.

Even her voice sounded in my ear.

Now, my guess was confirmed.

My boyfriend has become someone else's boyfriend.

Carter didn't seem to notice this and was still smiling cheekily at me.

However, I was not in the mood at all.

Carter, do you really think I'm a fool?

When he sent a message to me in the afternoon, I noticed that something was wrong.

He was usually a shy person.

Even when we kissed, he was devout and careful.

Last time, someone spoke dirty words in front of me.

He was so angry that his eyes turned red. He fought desperately.

He said that I was his bottom line, and no one could touch it.

Why would he say such things to me just because of a game?

It turned out that a woman's sixth sense was really amazing.

The person who once said that he would love me forever began to treat me like a fool.

When I realized this, my eyes turned red, and a strong sense of unwillingness spread in my heart.

Carter and I had been neighbors since we were young.

Ever since he could walk, he had been following me.

The neighbors would always tease him when they saw us. "The bodyguard is out shopping with Isaac again."

At that time, he was eight years old, even shorter than me.

However, he straightened his neck and shouted at them, "What bodyguard? I'm protecting my future wife!"

In junior high school, we were young and ignorant.

I met a guy I was interested in. From time to time, I would observe him with my classmates.

Carter had learned of this.

He almost cried. He ran to the door of my house and cried, "Isaac Evans, you can only be mine in this life. You can't like anyone else."

I thought that his fondness was just out of habit.

He was used to my presence, so he didn't allow me to get close to others.

When I was in college, I had my first boyfriend.

When Carter, who was in his third year of high school, learned about this, he desperately bought a ticket and rushed to my school.

He was drenched in the rain that day, and his deep black eyes were full of hurt and unwillingness.

He looked at me, shivering.

The rain was mixed with tears.

He was as pitiful as an abandoned puppy.

He said, "Isaac, I’ll wait for you to break up with him. I will also be admitted to this university. At that time, can you like me?"

He spoke in a humble manner.

He behaved so lowly.

Thus, when we got together, he wished he could tell the whole world about this.

That was how he was.

However, before I knew it, he had changed and become a stinky man.