I dated Luke James, a young rich man for three months.

When he declared the game over, I accepted it.

He pestered me, wanting to get back together, but I refused him.

Later, Luck pushed me down on the sofa with red eyes.

I asked him, "Will you play the game again?"

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Today was the 100th day that Luke and I had been together, and I came to his company to find him.

The door of his office was ajar, and the light inside was dim.

As I was about to push the door open, I heard a charming female voice, which made my hand freeze in mid-air.

"Luke, my brother said that you won.

"Just come back with me, okay?"

The intimacy in her tone made my heart skip a beat.

Luke didn't respond for a long time.

"Luke, you've been playing for three months. Aren't you tired of it?

"Or have you fallen in love with her?"

As soon as she finished speaking, I heard Luke's voice, which made me disappointed.

"No.

"It's just a game."

Luke's voice was indifferent and mocking.

There was a rustling sound, and through the crack in the door, I vaguely saw clothes falling off.

The woman's voice became sweeter and sweeter, like the strawberry cake in my hand.

Luke liked sweets.

I couldn't accept what was about to happen, so I left.

While waiting for the elevator, I heard some whispers about Luke.

"Have you heard that Mr. James is going back to the head office?"

"Don't you know? Mr. James just came to inspect our branch for three days, but he stayed for more than three months here."

"Have you seen Mr. James' fiancée?"

"She is good-looking. She and Mr. James are a perfect match!"

"What? I thought the girl who always came to see Mr. James was his girlfriend."

I heard a burst of laughter.

Mr. James was Luke.

His fiancée was the woman in his office.

I was probably just a toy for him to pass the time when he was bored.

I threw the cake I made into the trash can.

When I got home, I curled up on the sofa and watched TV as usual.

I got many messages on WhatsApp.

It was Luke.

He said he would be home soon and he missed me.

I smiled mockingly and threw my phone aside.

When Luke came back, he gave me a smile as usual.

After taking off his suit and loosening his tie, he walked toward me, asking me questions in a very intimate manner.

"Olivia, did you miss me?"

He stood behind the sofa and hugged me, burying his head in my neck to kiss me.

He acted as if nothing had happened, which even made me feel that the person in the office today was not him, and he didn't say those cold words.

There was no smell of strange perfume on her body, so he must return home after taking a shower.

But I still couldn't control the urge to vomit, so I avoided him.

I asked him, "Are you tired today?"

He said, "Yes, and I miss you."

I continued, "Luke, you didn't hide anything from me, did you?"

He was a little stunned, staring at me with his beautiful eyes.

Suddenly, he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me fiercely.

Suddenly, tears fell from my eyes.

My tears fell on Luke's arm, making him shake all over.

He quickly stopped and asked me what was wrong.

He acted as if he loved me very much.

After that day, Luke seemed to become busier.

At first, I was concerned about whether something happened in his company, but he always avoided my questions.

Later, I stopped asking.

I always thought of the conversation I heard outside his office door that day.

I guessed Luke hadn't figured out how to announce the end of the game to me.

So, I also began to avoid him.

But he still made breakfast for me before work and hugged me late at night as usual.

I began to brainwash myself, thinking what I saw that day was just a misunderstanding.

I forced myself to forget what happened that day.

One day, a woman who said she was Luke's fiancée came to me.

Luke went to the company early, and I was about to go out.

When I opened the door, I saw her standing at my door with a smile, and her dimples made her look sweet.

"Ms. Smith?"

She asked and looked me up and down with an innocent look, then looked behind me.

I moved aside and motioned for her to come in.

Her voice was soft and sweet.

"Ms. Smith, my name is Sarah Clarke.

"I should introduce myself. I'm Luke's fiancée."

I sat opposite her, feeling pain in my heart.

"Hello, I'm Olivia Smith."

I tried to keep my voice calm.

Sarah said she was just passing by.

She knew that Luke had a girlfriend here.

But her tone seemed to show she didn't care.

She looked around and then snorted.

She said, "Since Luke was born, he has never lived in such a small house."

Sarah talked a lot about Luke's childhood.

Her tone was gentle, like a soft knife stabbing into my heart, hurting me so much that I couldn't breathe.

She and Luke were childhood sweethearts.

In the evening, Luke came back early.

I saw red bloodshot in his eyes, and then I brought dinner to the table.

"You have been tired recently, so I made you your favorite food.

"Have a taste of the fried fish and mushroom soup."

Luke hugged me from behind, with his chin resting on the top of my head.

His tired breathing made me feel a little distressed. "Thank you, Olivia.

"After I'm done with this, I will go home early and cook for you."

My hand holding the spoon trembled, and I pushed him onto the seat.

As he ate the food, I felt more and more disappointed in my heart.

Sarah said that Luke hated eating fish and mushrooms since childhood.

My rationality was instantly overwhelmed by Sarah's words, and I snatched Luke's fork away.

He looked at me in surprise.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I learned to cook and bake cakes just because Luke liked it. How ridiculous it was!

Suppressing the urge to cry, I went to the kitchen and brought a plate of spaghetti.

Luke was stunned. "You..."

I tried to control my emotions and smiled, "I think this tastes better."

Before going to bed, I booked a flight.

Subconsciously, I wanted to escape from Luke and everything about him because I found that I seemed to never understand him.

In other words, he was deliberately disguising himself.

Luke held me in his arms, with love in his eyes.

"Luke, I will go on a business trip tomorrow."

"Do you have to go?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

Resting my head on his shoulder, I asked him again.

"Luke, you will wait for me to come back, right?"

He nodded.

When I woke up, Luke was gone.

On the table was the breakfast he had prepared, and next to it was a note with the words "Wait for me".

There were many flights every day, and I didn't expect to meet Luke at the airport.

A sweet-looking girl stood next to him, talking and laughing with him with her arm around him.

It was Sarah.

Luke didn't see me, but Sarah did.

She raised her head at me proudly, with disdain in her eyes.

Standing on tiptoe affectionately, she put her lips close to Luke's ear and said something.

Then, Luke and I looked into each other's eyes.

I clenched tightly around the suitcase handle, but I still nodded and smiled at him.

There was a moment of shock and panic in Luke's eyes.

He walked towards me quickly and grabbed my wrist. "Olivia, I can explain."

"Well, I'm listening."

I endured the pain and tried to pull my wrist out of Luke's hand. Then I took a step back, trying to avoid him.

"I..."

Luke was about to speak, but he was interrupted by the girl who hurried over.

"Hello, my name is Sarah, and I'm Luke's fiancée."

Sarah pretended not to know me.

She was telling me that Luke was her man.

I looked at Luke, who said he would wait for me yesterday. Even though I was mentally prepared, I still felt the pain in my heart.

The pain made my voice tremble uncontrollably.

"Luke, is that so?

"Then who am I?"

I blocked Luke and deleted everything related to him, pretending that this person had never appeared in my world.

The roar of airplane engines was around, and Sarah's ridicule came into my mind.

"It's just a game."

"Luke, you've had enough fun in these three months, haven't you?"

"Ms. Smith, Luke likes to play games to pass the time."

"You wouldn't take a man you met from a bar seriously, would you?"

"We are all adults. I thought you would understand that."

"Or, I can give you money."

What lingered in my mind was Luke's silence and his evasive eyes.

I took out a jewelry box from my bag.

Inside were two wedding rings that I secretly customized and designed myself.

Suddenly, I smiled.

Sarah was right.

How could I take a man I met at a bar seriously?

We were all adults, and I should let it go.

Besides, I dated Luke, a young rich man, and I didn't lose anything.