Vincent frowned and said some unpleasant words at will.

Seeing that my face darkened, he waved his hands helplessly.

"That's not what I meant. Wendy, you are usually very considerate. Why do you act weird today?

"The weather is nice today. How about we go shopping?" Vincent said in a condescending tone.

He used to hate accompanying me shopping.

At that time, I thought he didn't like shopping, but later I realized he just didn't want to appear in public with me as a couple.

He was afraid that my age would be discovered and it would embarrass him.

Now he took the initiative to suggest going shopping for the first time, but I shook my head indifferently.

"No, I have something else to do at the company. I'll leave first."

Vincent's angry voice sounded behind me, but I didn't coax him.

When I opened my Facebook, I received a new message.

It was sent by that girl.

[Why do you cling to a man who is seven years younger than you? How shameless you are! Vincent likes me. Please stop pestering him.]

Although these words were vicious, I felt very calm.

I was still worried whether Vincent had deceived the girl's feelings.

Now it seemed that I was overthinking.

Lucy Smith knew everything, but she still chose to be the mistress.

[It is Vincent who has been pestering me.] I replied to her.

After all, there was a seven-year age difference between Vincent and me.

If Vincent hadn't cared about me all the time before, I wouldn't have agreed to his pursuit.

But I would never have imagined back then that the boy who always said "Wendy, you are so beautiful" would now despise and hate me so much.

Ignoring Lucy's provocation, I focused on my work.

After completing almost all the formalities, I came to Vincent's university.

I came here not to find him but to visit my professor.

I got to know Vincent because of my professor.

He was also my professor's student, so I took better care of him, and slowly we got together.

Walking along the road, I suddenly heard a burst of whispers.

"Are Vincent and Lucy really together? They are such a perfect match!"

"Of course it's true. You didn't see that? Lucy sprained her ankle at the sports meeting, and Vincent carried her to the infirmary in a hurry. He also bought some medicine for her."

I felt disappointed and clenched my hands.

Not long after Vincent and I got together, he stopped caring about me.

I once stayed up late for work and drank so much that I had stomach bleeding.

I called Vincent, but he said, "Wendy, you are an adult. Why can't you take care of yourself? What's the point of looking for me? Go find a doctor."

Then I heard the sound of the game from the phone.

I thought Vincent was just young and didn't know how to care about others, but I didn't expect he would care so much about Lucy.

To put it bluntly, he didn't love me at all.

"Wendy? Why are you here?"

I looked up and met Vincent's gaze.

There was surprise and discomfort in his eyes.

"Vincent, who is this?"

"My cousin." Vincent answered subconsciously.

He dared not look me in the eyes.

"Your cousin is pretty. Why don't you introduce her to us?"

Vincent's friends said with a smile but saw that Vincent's face quickly turned pale.

Then they said, "Just kidding. Wish you and Lucy happy."

After they finished speaking, Vincent's face became even uglier.

He pulled me away and said casually, "Why did you come here?"

"I came to visit Professor Lee."

Hearing that I was not here specifically to see him, Vincent breathed a sigh of relief.

"I just said that because no one knows I have a girlfriend. Don't think too much about it..."

"Okay."

Seeing that I was so calm, Vincent was surprised.

He seemed to want to say something more, but I turned and left.

Looking at my back, Vincent felt a little nervous for no reason.

But when he received Lucy's voice call, he completely put this feeling behind him.

When Vincent returned home, he saw me packing my luggage.

"Where are we going?"

"I may need to go on a business trip, so I pack my luggage in advance."

Vincent nodded indifferently, then suddenly took out a doll from behind.

"Well, Wendy, please stop being angry with me, okay? I know I made you unhappy today, so I'll give you this doll as compensation."

Vincent liked to use this trick.

Every time he made me angry, he would do this.

This was how I was fooled by his sweet words in the past.

I chuckled and took the doll, and Vincent was relieved to see me smile.

I recalled when I wanted Vincent to buy me a doll, he looked at me with an expression of shock and disgust.

"Wendy, you are almost thirty years old. Why do you like such childish things?"

That day, he walked very quickly in front of me as if he didn't want others to know that we knew each other.

I hurriedly followed him and sprained my ankle several times, but I didn't dare to say a word against him.

Vincent went to the bathroom holding his cell phone.

I opened Facebook and saw that Lucy had updated.

[Vincent gave me a lot of cute dolls, so I will allow him to take one away.]

I casually threw the doll Vincent gave me at the end of the bed.

It turned out that it was the one Lucy didn't want.

At this time, Lucy sent me a video.

After watching it, I was shocked.

In the video, Lucy was wearing my pajamas and seductively lying on my bed.

The next second, Vincent appeared in the video.

He couldn't wait to hug her. "Lucy, why do you like wearing Wendy's clothes so much?"

"Haha, don't you think this is exciting? Tell me, who looks better in this outfit, me or her?"

"Of course it's you. Wendy is old, and I'm not interested in her at all when I see her wrinkles."

The video ended here.

My hands started shaking madly.

Vincent had actually brought Lucy home and even had sex with her on my bed.

"What are you watching?"

Vincent just took a shower, with his hair still wet.

He wanted to come forward and hug me, but I subconsciously avoided him.

Vincent frowned.

Then he continued, "Wendy, tomorrow is your birthday. Shall we go out for dinner?"

I tried hard to control my emotions and said, "Okay."

Vincent wanted to say something else, but I said, "I'll sleep in the study tonight."

Without further explanation, I hurriedly closed the door.

I was afraid that if I stayed there for another second, I would vomit.

The next day, Vincent was very active.

He took me to a French restaurant, and when I was about to order, I suddenly received a message.

[Wendy, do you believe that if I call Vincent, he will leave you and choose to accompany me?]

I calmly replied to her: [Really?]

The next second, Vincent's phone rang.

His expression changed instantly and he said, "Sorry, Wendy. My professor wants to see me, so I have to leave first."

As I watched Vincent leave, I didn't even say any word to persuade him to stay.

Then I celebrated my thirtieth birthday alone.

When I opened Facebook, I saw that Lucy had updated.

She posted a video.

In the video, Vincent held a large bouquet of roses and knelt on one knee in front of Lucy.

"Lucy, I love you. Will you be my girlfriend?"

The crowd immediately burst into excited screams, shouting, "Agree! Agree!"

"Yes!"

Then the two of them hugged each other and kissed sweetly.

Vincent's friends set off balloons and fireworks beside them.

Vincent, who didn't even want to walk with me holding hands, confessed his love to another girl on my birthday.

[Wendy, did you see that? Vincent and I are together.]

[If I were you, I would want to leave him right away. How can you have the nerve to interfere with other people's relationship?]

Lucy sent me provocative messages.

I replied to her: [I wish you a happy marriage.]

Then I said to myself, "Happy birthday, Wendy."

It was already late at night when Vincent returned home.

As he met my calm gaze, he quickly turned his head away.

Then he pretended to be calm and said, "I'm sorry. I left in a hurry today. I'll celebrate your birthday with you next time."

"No need."

There wouldn't be a next time.

I would leave here soon.

"Wendy, why are you mad at me? I didn't mean it. Can you stop being so fussy like a little girl?"

"Am I really that old?" I suddenly interrupted him.

Vincent was stunned, with awkwardness on his face.

"You know I didn't mean that, Wendy. It's just a birthday. Do you want to quarrel with me?"

When I was just about to say that I didn't want to argue with him, Vincent suddenly became angry. "You have changed, Wendy. In the past, you were gentle and kind, but now you are picking on me because of a small matter.

"I hate that kind of woman the most. Wendy, you disappoint me."

After saying that, he walked into the study coldly.

I thought, "Who exactly has changed?

Vincent, you are angry because you feel guilty, right?"

In the past, every time Vincent got angry, I would coax him humbly and beg him to forgive me.

But now, I didn't want to coax him anymore.

Vincent waited all night but I didn't beg him. The next day, he looked unhappy.

There were dark circles under his eyes.

"Wendy, you didn't come to apologize to me for the whole night. Very good."

Vincent kicked the door open angrily.

Then he walked away before saying "You will regret it".

I didn't take him seriously at all and went straight to the company.

But soon, I received many messages.

In just one morning, Vincent spent 20 thousand dollars.

Lucy's Facebook was filled with photos of the gifts she received.

I chuckled and froze Vincent's card.

From now on, I would no longer let him spend my money.

[Wendy, you have been in a cold war with me for a whole day.]

At eight o'clock in the evening, Vincent sent me a message.

Basically, I had to send Vincent dozens of messages before he would reply to one.

[I'm drunk, come pick me up at the bar.]

Vincent suddenly sent me this message.

I continued packing my luggage indifferently.

Then I replied to him: [You are an adult, and you should be able to take care of yourself. You don't need me to pick you up.]

After sending that message, I didn't see Vincent for three days.

I was happy to have some peace and quiet, and I had almost completed the handover procedures at work.

Tonight, I suddenly received a phone call.

"Are you Wendy? Vincent drank too much. Can you come and talk to him?"

I was silent for a while and finally said, "Okay."

This was the last time I took care of Vincent's affairs, and it marked the end of my three years.

When I arrived at the bar box, I saw Vincent and Lucy at first sight.

The lights in the box were dim, and Vincent didn't see me.

"Vincent, since Wendy has treated you like that, why are you still thinking about her?

"Leave her and I will be your only girlfriend from now on. Isn't that good?"

This was the first time I met Lucy, who was indeed young and beautiful.

She was wearing the brand-name watch I gave to Vincent.

I found out that Vincent's watch was missing before, but he said that it was inconvenient to wear.

I didn't expect that he also gave it to Lucy.

Vincent said contemptuously, "Who cares about that old woman? I have always treated her as a free nanny. It won't be long before she comes back to beg for my forgiveness.

"But she put on airs for three days this time. I will never forgive her so easily."

I clenched my fists tightly.

I didn't expect that after three years of heartfelt dedication, he just treated me as a free nanny.

Under the instigation of Vincent's friends, Vincent hugged Lucy on his lap.

Then he pinched her chin and kissed her.

The atmosphere in the bar reached its climax at this moment. The harsh music accompanied by this eye-catching scene gave me a headache.

The lights flickered on and off. As Vincent let go of Lucy, he met my gaze the moment he looked up.

I saw Vincent's eyes widened in astonishment.

He pushed Lucy away instantly and then stood up.

"That's not the case. Wendy, please listen to my explanation..."

Lucy's eyes were filled with tears, and she said pitifully, "Are you Wendy? Please don't get us wrong. It's all my fault."

Vincent was still in the mood to rub Lucy's head soothingly.

"Don't cry, Lucy. This is none of your business."

I suddenly felt very tired.

Then I turned around and left without saying a word.

Vincent hurriedly chased after me.

With guilt in his eyes, he said, "I didn't lie to you. We were just playing truth or dare. Wendy, please don't misunderstand me, okay?"

"Okay."

Vincent was stunned. He didn't expect me to be so easy to coax.

He explained to me again, using up all his reasons.

But I found that my emotions were surprisingly stable, without even a trace of anger.

This was the result Vincent expected, but he still felt a strong sense of panic.

After returning home, he carefully pulled the corner of my clothes.

"Wendy, are you not angry anymore?"

"No."

"Then... can you make me spaghetti?"

In the past, I was best at making spaghetti.

Vincent liked to eat it very much.

For the past three years, whenever he wanted to eat it, I would cook it for him even if I had a high fever.

"Okay."

I walked towards the kitchen.

It was his last request before I left, and I didn't want to refuse it.

I would consider this as my last gift to him.

[Wendy, don't forget your flight tomorrow.]

After receiving the message from my leader, I replied: [Got it.]

Vincent suddenly asked in a panic, "What flight? Where are you going?"

"I'm on a business trip. Didn't I tell you before?"

Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, but he still stared at me closely.

At midnight, Vincent insisted that I stay with him before he could fall asleep.

He seemed suddenly to feel insecure.

"Wendy, you won't leave me, right?"

I said with great sincerity, "Yes."

After getting the promise, Vincent finally fell asleep peacefully.

At this moment, I was finally able to leave the room with the luggage that I had prepared long ago.

Before leaving, I put the printed photos of Lucy's Facebook posts on the table.

I also left a handwritten letter for Vincent.

I stated my views on his relationship with Lucy and gave my sincere blessings at the end of the letter.

"Vincent, goodbye."

I didn't want to see him again.