The bar owner Richard was familiar with me, so I made up a story about losing my bag and had the surveillance footage checked.

It was blurry, but I could see Samuel sitting on a soft couch, drinking heavily.

There was a girl in the crowd, her eyes fixed on Samuel.

Women's intuition is terrifyingly accurate, and I realized instantly that something was off.

As they got more intoxicated, they started playing a truth or dare game.

Unfortunately, the girl lost the game and chose to tell the truth, and the crowd burst into laughter, teasing, "Emily, do you have a crush on someone?"

So she was Emily Allen.

She looked in Samuel's direction, bit her lip, lowered her head shyly, but didn't answer. She picked up her glass and drank it all in one go.

The answer was obvious.

Samuel frowned, and after some teasing from the crowd, they moved on.

He was not bad-looking, and he often worked out, so he had a solid six-pack abs. It's not surprising that someone liked him.

But how could he conceal his love for five years and manage to win me over, everyone knew that.

I fast-forwarded the video.

The pen on the table turned towards Samuel.

He pondered for a moment and said in a faint voice, "Truth."

Jacob, who brought him back, intervened and put a wine glass as a microphone under his chin, "Samuel, tell us the one thing you regret the most."

The dim light shone on Samuel's face, obscure and unclear.

"Well, the thing I regret the most?"

He seemed to have smiled for a moment.

"My biggest regret is taking over a woman played out by her ex."

There was silence all around, and Jacob was stunned for a moment, then quickly forced a smile and laughed awkwardly.

This matter has been ignored soon.

I clenched the edge of the table, my fingers turning white.

Samuel was completely drunk and unconscious. Everyone greeted each other and left the bar, one after another.

Emily, the girl sitting next to him, looked around, flicked her hair, and cautiously approached Samuel.

She aimed for his lips and kissed him.

This scene was caught by Jacob.

Emily's face turned ugly, with a panicked look as if caught in the act, and hurriedly left.

I paused the video, saved the footage, and left the bar.

Unexpectedly calm.

I listened to Samuel's words again, his tone mocking and frivolous, with a strong sense of unwillingness.

Completely different from the him in my memory.

After turning off the surveillance, I thanked Richard and walked out of the bar, and suddenly the noise in my ears disappeared.

The cold wind blew on my face, and it hurt badly.

How did it come to this with me and Samuel?

I thought.

Before I met Samuel, I first met Michael Johnson.

Just like those boring abusive novels I read, I fell in love with him like a moth to a flame.

What I didn't expect was that Samuel also fell in love with me.

I had a five-year on-and-off relationship with Michael, and Samuel secretly loved me for five years.

Later, when I mentioned it, I always felt sorry and cherished this restrained love even more.

After the last severe fight with Michael, he hugged another girl in front of me and they passionately kissed each other.

I was on the verge of collapse and desperate enough to cut my wrists and end my life.

It was Samuel who saved me.

He was worried that I would be hurt, so he crossed a city with several bottles of beer, knocked on the door desperately but got no response, and kicked open the door of the apartment.

When I woke up, I was already lying in a hospital bed, and Samuel, with red eyes, held my hand tightly.

He begged me not to do anything stupid, crying, took out the love letters he had written over the years but didn't have the courage to show me, and confided the love that had been unknown for five years.

However, at that time, I, who was broken, couldn't afford another person's love.

Samuel didn't give up. He tried every way to make me laugh every day.

He took care of me meticulously, never giving up for two whole years, to the point that even my friends advised me to take a step forward.

I never thought that I could fall in love with someone else, but Samuel's sincerity still moved me.

I started to care about his likes and dislikes, and would get angry when he occasionally replied to messages slowly.

So my friends described the situation as a classic case of a man moving on to a new woman after breaking up.

On his birthday, his eyes were shining as he asked me for a gift.

I smiled and gathered up my courage, "How about I give myself to you?"

Samuel was stunned, hugged me ecstatically, and gave himself a slap in disbelief, "Am I not dreaming?"

The previous relationship almost drained all my courage, so I had many concerns, "Samuel, you know about what happened between me and Michael."

"Do you think I'm no longer pure?"

I did everything I could with Michael during those five years.

Samuel shook his head firmly.

"You are the apple of my eye, the baby I hold in the palm of my hand."

And now, he referred to me as a woman played out by an ex.