After I Left, He Frantically Begged to Get Back Together

On the fifth anniversary of my relationship with Lucas Hart, he created a stunning display of stars in the sky for his beloved girl whom he could never forget, shocking the world.

Someone recorded it and uploaded it online, and everyone was envious of Lucas' love for this girl. His affection was so intense that it was visible to everyone.

His friend deliberately teased me, saying, "Alice, your boyfriend is famous now!"

I looked at the dazzling starry scene on the screen and smiled with relief.

"It's beautiful, just like the girl Lucas loves," I said.

A newcomer in the field of scientific research became famous overnight for creating a dazzling display of artificial stars, all to make a beautiful woman smile.

That newcomer was my boyfriend, Lucas, but the beautiful woman was not me.

The short video quickly went viral, with the comments section filled with envy.

[What a wonderful girl she must be to make the young scientific genius Lucas Hart go to such lengths?]

As I watched the graceful figure in the video, I recognized her as the girl that Lucas had never forgotten, Cindy Madden.

A wave of bitterness washed over me, and I threw the cake, its candles just lit, into the trash.

Today was supposed to be our fifth anniversary, and Lucas had promised to come home.

But I waited until the evening, and there was no sound of the door opening. His mobile phone was unreachable.

I understood that he was busy, so I obediently waited at the dining table until midnight.

But he was out showing the stars to the girl he really loved.

To be honest, I had never seen the radiant smile he had in the video.

In front of me, he was always cold, serious, meticulous, and seemed to not care about earthly matters.

I always thought that was just how science guys were, always focused on their data, so I never blamed him.

I chuckled to myself, shaking my head, and opened the gift I had prepared for Lucas.

It was a necklace with a galaxy pendant.

A long time ago, he said that if his mission was to explore the universe, then I was his only star.

The zircon, which used to shine brightly, had somehow become dull. I stroked it lovingly before finally throwing it out the window.

I called Lucas using a different number, and sure enough, he answered.

"Hello."

Cheers of admiration nearly drowned out his voice on the other end.

My throat felt tight, but I managed to calm my breathing and asked, "It's me. Where are you?"

...

Lucas' breath caught for a moment.

Then he asked, "I'm at the lab working on a project. Just get to the point."

He seemed to be moving away from the crowd as the noise gradually faded.

Even when faced with my questioning, he remained composed, as if telling a lie he himself believed.

I turned off the video on my computer and sighed heavily.

"Lucas, let's break up."

"Alice Garcia, what's gotten into you now?"

I chuckled and said, "Next time you're doing an experiment, pay attention to what's happening online, Mr. Young Scientific Genius."

With that, I immediately turned off my phone and started packing my things.

There wasn't much of mine in his house, just enough to fill a single suitcase.

After packing, I looked around at the familiar yet now distant surroundings and said a final goodbye.

In fact, I owned a small three-bedroom apartment in the city center, and it was close to my office.

But to take care of Lucas, I willingly commuted four hours every day to work.

Five years of four-hour commutes, a total of 7,300 excruciating hours, yet I still couldn't win his heart.

Some people, no matter how much you accommodated them, would never return your love.

Back in my cozy apartment, I washed up and had a good night's sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I found a few messages on my phone for the first time ever.

[Alice Garcia, you can't just throw a tantrum all night long. You need to know when to stop.]

[Didn't we agree to celebrate our anniversary? I'm back. Where are you?]

As expected, he treated my anger with indifference.

I ignored him, washed up, and prepared to leave for work.

After all, this kind of thing had happened more than once.

The most memorable time was when I had a car accident and Lucas was taking care of me, but one phone call from Cindy took him away.

Later, I found out that Cindy had called him to drink because she had broken up with her boyfriend. I hobbled over and found them in a nightclub room, sleeping in each other's arms.

I cried countless times and begged him humbly.

He only said, "If there was really something going on between me and Cindy, you wouldn't stand a chance."

Those words left me speechless, and I never questioned him again.

However, as if to make it up to me, every time Lucas chose Cindy over me, he would make love to me until dawn, repeatedly whispering his love in my ear.

And I had long been lost in this fake affection, unable to extricate myself.

I loved him, and loving someone meant unconditional tolerance.

Finally, I tore away the flimsy veil that had covered my eyes.