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.

I sat on the street until dawn.

One night was enough for me to sort out all my emotions.

That day was his birthday, and it's also our three-year anniversary together. I have already made a reservation at a restaurant and invited our friends. I have decided to spend the day with him.

Even if it was to repay his true or even false efforts over the years.

The gift I was originally going to give him was safely placed in my bag, so I bought something else on the street as a replacement.

That was a prenatal examination report, but unfortunately, he couldn't see it anymore.

When we arrived at the restaurant, our friends had already taken their seats.

Seeing a familiar figure, my body stiffened.

When I saw her in person, I suddenly remembered that I did know her.

Emily, a persistent pursuer of Samuel.

During college, I had an ambiguous relationship with Michael, and Emily never gave up pursuing Samuel for four years.

When we were friends, I advised Samuel to take a closer look at the people around him.

I didn't expect that three years after getting married, he actually took my advice.

The only person who could invite her was Samuel.

"When Samuel was chasing after you before, I thought it was impossible. In the blink of an eye, you've been together for three years."

Jacob patted Samuel on the shoulder and exaggeratedly took credit for him, "Rachel, you don't know, every time you post a photo with Michael on Instagram, Samuel would drag me to drink and cry!"

When I heard this name again, I didn't feel anything, but Samuel's face turned cold and he sat down without saying a word.

The atmosphere inexplicably turned cold.

Jacob was also a bit embarrassed. I smiled and defused the situation, inviting everyone to eat.

Emily's eyes were invariably fixed on Samuel.

After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere warmed up again, and everyone started playing Truth or Dare.

And the first one who lost was Emily.

Perhaps yesterday's events made them feel awkward, and everyone's eyes drifted past me with a hint of uncertainty as they spoke.

Emily seemed to gather up her courage and stood up, looking at Samuel, "Samuel, my truth is that I like you."

Her eyes turned red.

"I know that I've never been in your eyes. You've secretly loved Rachel for five years, accompanied her for two years, and married her for three years. But I've always liked you."

She moved herself with her words, and tears fell down.

Some of my familiar friends were dissatisfied, "Today is also their third wedding anniversary. It's inappropriate for you to say these things, right?"

Emily wiped away her tears.

I turned my head to look at Samuel. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were deeply moved.

I didn't say anything, and Samuel didn't respond either. Jacob intervened to continue the next round.

What a coincidence, it's Emily again.

She randomly chose the Dare and drew a card from the table.

[Selecting an opposite-sex kissing partner on site]

There was silence all around.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with anticipation and a hint of anxiety. She cautiously looked at Samuel and asked, "Samuel, may I?"

My best friend Sarah couldn't help but say, "Are you blind? Can't you see that Rachel is sitting here?"

Emily's face was full of embarrassment, but she still couldn't help but stare at Samuel.

Her face was so red that it looked like it was out to bleed.

"Okay."

I heard Samuel's response.

"It's just a game, Rachel won't be so petty."

He seemed a little guilty and glanced at me, allowing Emily's excited hands to tremble.

"I also have a heartfelt truth to tell you."

Nausea surged up, and I drank some cold water to suppress the nausea.

"Samuel, let's get divorced."

I took the bag and walked out.

Samuel chased after me and grabbed my hand, "What are you doing? Do you want to make a fool of yourself in front of so many people?"

There was still a little red mark on his lips.

He actually kissed her.

I suddenly felt a little ridiculous, shook off his hand, "You kissed another woman in front of me, your wife, who is on earth the joke?"

He frowned impatiently, "It's just a game!"

"Do you know what she said to me? She has loved me for nearly ten years. I just see my own reflection in her!"

"I just feel sorry for her. She has loved me for so many years. I have experienced this kind of humiliation and despair, so I want to give her a helping hand!"

He spoke sternly, and I couldn't help but sneer.

It's really absurd.

"So, just because she loves you, you have to love her? You have to kiss her?"

I have always felt sorry for the restrained five years of his confession, because I fell for him, so I felt sorry for him.

But it didn't mean that I had to feel sorry for every unrequited love in the world.

And I wouldn't just kiss anyone so casually.

"I have also experienced that embarrassing situation. I just want to help her out!"

He stared at me impatiently, with a dissatisfied tone.

"I'm not you. I'm not so heartless to trample on someone's sincerity!"

My heart suddenly ached.

I gathered great courage to believe in love again and cherished Samuel's goodness even more.

Didn't I love him?

Didn't I come home every day after work to cook for him?

Didn't I manage this relationship well?

Just because I had an ex-boyfriend and didn't accept his affection while dating someone else, did that mean I deserve to die?

I knew what Samuel was referring to.

At that time, I had a fight with Michael, and my friends called a bunch of people to the bar to cheer me up.

Samuel sat at another table.

He walked over with a drink, visibly nervous, and stuttered, "I lost in the game, can you please help me complete a task?"

He approached me and asked, "Can I kiss you?"

Without hesitation, I rejected him, very coldly.

At that time, our friends around us knew about his secret crush on me, and I had some suspicions but was not certain.

I didn't do things that gave people false hope.

I publicly humiliated Samuel, hurting his pride and making his face turn ugly.

The embarrassment on his face today was just like Emily's.

So, was this a case of mutual understanding?

I looked at him, and my face turned cold.

"You really disgust me."