Lorna hesitated for a moment, surprised that I was breaking up with her.

She squinted, coldly saying, "You have three seconds to apologize, and I will forgive you."

She thought I was joking.

She was wrong. I was serious.

"I'll say it again. We're breaking up tonight."

I said it loudly enough for Allen and the others to hear and feel my resolve.

Suddenly, Lorna sneered, "Reginald Shaffer, I've known you long enough. You really want to leave me?"

She thought she had me figured out.

She thought I still loved her and would not break up with her.

I glanced casually at Allen, snorted, and walked out of the private room.

This was it.

There was no point in staying with her. I was not at her beck and call.

Lorna chased after me, taunting, "If you walk away, I will never talk to you again."

"If I ever talk to you again, I will be damned," I shot back.

Lorna stomped her feet in frustration, cursing me.

Back home, I found the place in disarray.

What infuriated me more was the used condoms in the trash.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust and walked away.

I couldn't stay here anymore, afraid I'd throw up.

I made a call, having someone come clean the house and change the locks.

I threw all her stuff outside, ready to tell her to come pick it up.

Then I saw Lorna's recent post half an hour ago. It was a photo.

She and Allen were embracing. The caption was [Welcome Allen back home].

Another unread message flashed on my screen.

I swiped to open the group chat, where Lorna was chatting with classmates.

[Lorna, aren't you afraid Reginald will get mad seeing you cozy with Allen?]

Lorna: [He won't. Remember last time when he got mad at me? He couldn't stand it and came to apologize within three days.]

Her friends: [Haha, let's see how many days this lapdog apologizes this time.]

Lorna: [Not even three days. I won't go back these days. Let him worry.]

I read their conversation, quietly amused.

How arrogant she was!

She was just a loose woman.

I glanced at the trash piled outside and texted her to come pick it up when she had time.

I bought this house, just because her new job was far from where she used to live.

I pitied her for commuting on crowded subways and buses.

So, I bought her a downtown apartment and even a sports car.

Now, I took them all back.

I instructed my assistant to change the locks.

Before long, Lorna started calling repeatedly.

"Reginald, what do you mean?"

I found her amusing and replied dismissively, "Literally, since we've broken up, why would I still give you freebies like cars and houses? Don't make yourself look good."

"You..."

Lorna was momentarily stunned by my words, her face turning red with anger.

Then she gritted her teeth and angrily scolded me, "Are you serious?

"What's so great about you? You're just a useless rich kid.

"Allen is way better than you. He is a real elite, not a parasite like you."

I sarcastically congratulated her, "Well then, go find him and rekindle your old flame.

"Just don't come looking for me."

On the other end of the phone, Lorna arrogantly chuckled.

I furrowed my brow and said, "Alright, let's part ways amicably. In the future, don't..."

"Reginald, you're jealous," she interrupted.

This woman was absurd, thinking she could have everything.

Before she could say more, I hung up on her.

Seeing her persistent calls, I couldn't help but laugh.

It was funny how the tables had turned. It used to be me, humble, calling her to come back.

Now it was her constantly calling me, and I kept ignoring her calls.

It felt satisfying.

Since being with her, I had been constantly criticized.

She always complained about my fashion sense, mocking me with her superior attitude.

"Don't you wear anything other than designer labels? What's so great about them?"

I grew up with a silver spoon, so of course I liked to wear designer clothes.

Lorna's family was average; their house was just around fifty square meters.

I met her in my senior year at college when I transferred to her university.

At first, she was reserved and didn't talk much.

I gradually fell for her, but she was dating Allen at the time.

Later, I let go of those feelings.

But not long after, she broke up with Allen.

He left her and went abroad for further studies.

That was when she came looking for me, and I felt like I'd won the jackpot.

But she didn't like me much. She always criticized me.

She wouldn't let me hang out with my friends or dress too nicely, fearing other women would eye me.

Nor could I talk to any other women, even at work or parties.

She, on the other hand, could cozy up to other men, passionately kissing them.

Only I had to remain faithful to her.

What a joke!

After breaking up with her, I lived freely and comfortably.

I reunited with friends, dressed stylishly, and took over my dad's business seriously.

I worked out in my spare time, went mountain climbing, or raced cars.

Allen would send me photos of him with Lorna.

He touched her chest and pinched her thighs. Lorna straddled his lap and kissed him.

He wanted to provoke me.

He even sent a photo of him flipping the bird at me, full of provocation.

I chuckled and took Lorna's number off the blacklist.

I called her.

"I don't want your junk anymore. From now on, you two can be all over each other. It's none of my business. Goodbye!"