He is a Shining Star

My boyfriend, Luxor Joel, and I got into a fight at the hotel over his affair, only to find the hotel caught on fire.

He left me alone in the fire and ran off with his mistress.

After my surgery and recovery, I saw Sherry's post on social media.

"How could a passing fling compete with me?"

Our mutual friends were waiting for me to go back and continue fawning over Luxor.

I replied coldly, "Congratulations, a perfect trash match. Wish you forever and ever."

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The day after the fire, I woke up from surgery.

Luxor finally remembered to message me.

He was not to ask if I was okay.

But to interrogate me about why I had been spreading rumors about him and Sherry.

"Stella, what are you saying? Sherry is my neighbor's little sister. How could I not care about her when she's hurt?"

"You were spreading the rumors between Sherry and me. Do you know how much this affects my career and her reputation?"

He didn't mention leaving me alone in the burning hotel while he ran off with his Sherry.

After a short while, I spoke.

"Luxor, I never said..."

A sweet voice interrupted from the other end of the line.

"Who is it, Luxor?"

"I'll call you back."

Luxor quickly hung up to placate his little mistress.

On the eighth day of the operation, I put on a cast and sat in a wheelchair.

Coincidentally, Luxor sent me a message.

"Where are you? I'll pick you up for dinner tonight."

He was trying to be conciliatory.

Throughout our relationship, he was always like this—wanting to argue, then wanting to make up. I was always at his beck and call.

I was always the humble one in the relationship, with no right to refuse and no courage to say "no."

After the fire, I finally woke up to how deluded I had been in love.

Every time he sought reconciliation, I was overjoyed, eagerly going back to fawn over him. At least in his eyes, that's what I was.

But this time, I felt nothing inside. Calmly, I replied.

"I'm at the hospital."

In the end, he put down his airs and called me, asked for my location, and told me to wait for him to pick me up.

It was a journey of over an hour from his place to the hospital.

Limping with one leg, I ran around to get discharged, even the nurse nearby couldn't bear to see me like that and advised me not to leave the hospital yet.

After completing the discharge procedures, I stood at the hospital entrance with my bag, waiting from morning till night.

But he never showed up, nor did I receive any more calls from him.

When I got into a taxi, Sherry updated her social media with a picture of Luxor busy in the kitchen.

The caption read, [My man is so domesticated!]

I gradually got even more disappointed.

There was no anger, no sadness, just a calmness like still water within me.

Sherry was right. In Luxor's heart, she would always be the first, and I was just a dispensable girlfriend.

Back home, everything was just as I had left it.

A little dusty.

Luxor hadn't come back all week.

I cleaned up the guest room and lay down.

Luxor had said he would pick me up a day ago, yet I hadn't received a single message from him.

I looked at my phone and saw a message from Casper.

[Stella, are you sure you don't want to collaborate with me? This new studio venture will definitely benefit you, and I also have a national-level competition in hand. We can split it 40-60, with me taking 40 and you 60. If not, I can take 30 and you 70.]

Casper was two years younger than me and we met when the new students started school. Like me, he was an art major and had always wanted to start a studio with me.

At that time, my world revolved only around Luxor, and there was no room for anyone else, so I had turned him down.

But Luxor left me in a crisis and ran off with Sherry.

[Okay, let's meet and discuss it tomorrow.]

[Sure, Stella. This studio venture will definitely be a safe bet for both of us!]

Through the screen, I could feel Casper's excitement.

[Stella, how's your leg? You should rest first. We can discuss everything in a few days.] He replied.