I was too blinded by love in my previous life.

Even after seeing Cynthia cheat on me, I still wanted to salvage the relationship.

I believed that as long as I worked hard enough, she would eventually notice my positive qualities and come back to me.

I couldn't sleep that night and kept messaging Cynthia humbly.

[Cynthia, I was wrong. Can we not break up?]

[I know you acted on impulse. Can we just forget it and not break up?]

Cynthia didn't reply.

At the time, I didn't realize the fact.

She was sleeping with her beloved in a hotel, which was why she didn't have time to read my messages.

The next morning, after scanning through them, she just sneered and scolded me along with her beloved, "What a simp! Even after all this, he is still unwilling to break up with me!"

My phone buzzed several times.

Memories of my previous life crossed my mind.

I stared coldly at a few more messages from Cynthia.

[Samuel! Why didn't you reply to my messages? Do you want to break up?]

[I'm telling you, I need these two thousand dollars urgently. Transfer it to me right now!]

Urgently? Was she in a hurry to get a room with another man and buy a bunch of sex toys tonight?

Only now did I realize how ridiculous I was. I simply turned off my phone and didn't reply to her.

Upon turning on my computer, I found that my client had been waiting for me for a long time.

Over the past two years, I worked several part-time jobs, including hotel cleaning, food delivery, writing self-media manuscripts, creating PPTs, and video editing.

Recently, I spent nights editing videos to earn five thousand dollars.

My clients were all wealthy business bosses.

A few thousand dollars was just a tip for them.

But for me, it was the hard-earned savings.

In my previous life, I spent all this money on Cynthia. However, it all went down the drain, and I ended up with insults.

This time, no matter what, I wouldn't be blinded by love anymore.

Two hours later, I finally finished the promotional video for the client's company and sent it to him.

He was so thrilled that he readily transferred five thousand dollars to me.

"Samuel, you are awesome! I will introduce you to other jobs next time!"

I received the money happily.

Suddenly, it dawned on me that I hadn't bought clothes for my mother or gifts for my sister for a long time.

I quickly ordered a dress for my mother and a set of cosmetics for my sister.

They were overjoyed, and my mother was moved to tears.

"Samuel, you're mature and know how to prepare a gift for me!"

I closed my eyes contentedly and rested for a while. Suddenly, my cell phone rang again.

It was Cynthia.

After the call was connected, she yelled on the other end of the phone, "Samuel, how dare you ignore my messages and calls?!"

Indeed, this was the first time in two years of our relationship that I was indifferent to her.

Yet, she couldn't stand it.

"Come over here now. Let's talk face-to-face!"

Cynthia sent me a hotel address.

The average price of those hotel rooms was more than one hundred dollars per night.

It was incredibly cheaper than the rooms she usually checked into with her beloved.

I didn't give her any money.

I wondered what she wanted to tell me.

In the hotel room, Cynthia was dressed in a miniskirt, revealing her curvy figure.

When I arrived, she sat on the bed, glaring at me with tears in her eyes.

"What's the matter? Why did you get a room but not come to my apartment to talk?"

I got straight to the point.

When we first started dating, Cynthia hugged my arm and said coquettishly that she wanted to live with me, asking me to rent a place outside.

From the very beginning, I decided to marry her and start a family with her.

So, I agreed and rented a small house.

But Cynthia changed her mind.

She stammered out that her parents did not approve of her moving out.

Though disappointed, I didn't complain.

I was unaware that it was just because her beloved, Vincent Roberts, had broken up with his girlfriend and returned to Cynthia.

During that time, they had been living in a dilapidated rented room.

Once they planned to go out and get a room, she would find ways to ask me for money.

Just like now.

Cynthia looked at me pitifully.

"Samuel, you promised to treat me well for the rest of your life and spend all the money you earned on me.

"Why? It's only two thousand dollars now. Are you reluctant to give it to me?"

I gazed at her indifferently.

Cynthia had a pretty and charming face. By current aesthetic standards, she was a classic sweet girl.

In my previous life, I was fascinated by her appearance.

Fearless of sudden death from staying up late, I was afraid that Cynthia would lose her temper with me and break up with me.

But now, what a fucking breakup! I was unwilling to be brainwashed by her anymore.

"I have no money.

"You know I've transferred all my money to you. I only have 12 dollars."

My firm statement annoyed Cynthia.

She wept bitterly, as if I had done something terrible wrong.

"You have no money. Is this an excuse? Why don't you earn more? Will you say the same thing when we get married?

"If I need money urgently, will you just brush me off with a few words like this?"

Cynthia's several questions completely baffled me.

This was her usual tactic.

Whenever I turned her down due to some difficulty, she would always bring up the potential postnuptial problems, using promises of marriage to trick me into willingly giving her money.

Noticing my silence, Cynthia gradually softened her tone.

"If you don't have money now, you can borrow from your friends first. Anyway, with your impressive money-making skills, you will pay it back eventually, right?"

A slight noise came from the bathroom, indicating that someone was inside!

Cynthia didn't catch it, but I did.

"I'll think of a solution."

I pretended to compromise in frustration and exited the hotel room.

Before closing the door, Cynthia reminded me loudly, "I need it urgently! You must transfer it to me before tonight!"

The door was not closed tightly.

I pressed against it and eavesdropped on what was happening inside.

Sure enough, there was a conversation between a man and a woman soon.

"Baby, I'm sorry that you had to hide in the bathroom for so long."

Cynthia's voice was sweet.

She had never spoken to me in this tone before.

The man was Vincent. He seemed to kiss Cynthia. "Cynthia, I don't think it's necessary to stay in a hotel that costs over a thousand dollars. This one at the price of just over a hundred dollars is perfectly fine."

"No way!"

Cynthia immediately retorted, "I want to give you my virginity, so I can't stay in a cheap hotel!"

I almost laughed out of anger outside the room.

What a betrayal!

Even when she slept with Vincent in a hotel, she still used my money. This was truly unprecedented!

He hesitated. "Baby, you have a point. But Samuel is a poor guy. What if he can't gather two thousand dollars?"

Cynthia snorted arrogantly, "Don't worry. He will definitely give it to me.

"Over the past two years, he granted me everything I wanted, including brand-name bags, all because he wanted to marry me.

"He's just a simp. It's a waste if I don't spend his money.

"Just wait and see. He will definitely transfer the money to me before tonight!"