I heard the laughter of Scott and Celia's friends behind me.

"Andrea, a woman who is supported by Scott. What right does she have to lose her temper?"

"That's right, we have been together for eight years and she doesn't even give me this little trust. It's really shameful."

"That's because our Celia is too important."

"That's right, everyone knows that Celia is the treasure of our Scott, who is Andrea?"

Indeed, I was nothing.

Then goodbye, Scott.

After returning home, I went to the bathroom to clean up my embarrassed self and clean the wound on my forehead.

Although there was a lot of blood, fortunately, the wound was not deep.

After cleaning myself up, I returned to the living room and saw Scott and Celia enter the house.

The moment he saw me, the gentle smile on Scott's face disappeared.

"Look at yourself. You just took a shower and didn't blow dry your hair. Water droplets are everywhere. Celia is worried about your injury and insists on coming back to see you. I told her that you were fine. You always pretend to be pitiful to get sympathy."

The contempt in his eyes and the disgust on his face once again hit my heart hard.

I had a lot of hair and Scott liked my long hair, so he never let me cut my hair.

But I always disliked that it took too long to blow dry my hair and my hands got sore from holding the hair dryer.

So Scott used to coax me patiently.

"Andrea, be good, I'll blow it for you. I will blow your hair for the rest of my life. I, Scott, am Andrea's exclusive lifelong hairstylist."

But now Scott thought I was unkempt just because I took a shower and didn't blow dry my hair.

The difference between love and not love was really obvious.

Before I could speak, Celia got into my cloakroom.

A moment later, her exclamation came out.

"Wow, Andrea, your dressing room is too big. Scott is so good to you, I envy you so much."

She continued as she walked out with a bag, "Wow, is this a classic model of the Macsas brand? It is no longer available now. I have been looking for this bag for a long time. Andrea, can you give me this bag? I really like this model. But this model has been around for many years and I can't find it at all. I have found many purchasing agents and sales but still can't buy it. Yours looks no different from a new one and this bag is not expensive. Please, give it to me."

I didn't answer but just looked at Scott.

Scott and I went through a difficult entrepreneurial period together.

This bag was a gift from Scott when he signed the first big order and it was also my first luxury bag.

This bag was not expensive, it was just an ordinary basic entry-level model.

But for me, it had extraordinary meaning; it witnessed the difficulties that Scott and I had gone through.

So even though my cloakroom had a wall of bags and many bags that were more expensive than it, I never wanted to use it.

Scott clearly knew what this bag meant to me, but he still frowned and spoke.

"Celia is talking to you, are you deaf? You don't usually carry this bag. Since Celia likes it, give it to her."

"You already have so many bags, so you don't need this one."

I nodded, not commenting on Scott's words.

"Indeed, there is more than one bag. There are bags, clothes and jewelry in the cloakroom. You can pick whatever you want. See if there are any you like. Take them all. And the man, if you like it, you can take it too."

After saying this, I didn't look at their reactions again, turned around and went straight back to the room.

Celia's voice sounded timidly behind me.

"Is Andrea unhappy? I'm sorry, Scott, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked for Andrea's bag. Forget it?"

I slammed the door of the room and Scott's exasperated voice came through the door.

"Don't pay attention to her! She's getting more and more angry now! You're worried about her injury, but she still dares to show you a cold face. Where does she get the face? Take the bag, go! I'll take you home!"

As the sound of opening and closing the door rang out, the whole house returned to silence.

The tears I had been holding back for a whole day finally fell.

It hurt so much, how could it not hurt?

Whether it was my forehead or my heart.

It hurt so much.

Scott, I had been with him for eight years.

It was not an impulse under hormones, but my companionship day and night for eight years and the trust that I put my whole heart in front of him.

From entering the house to leaving, he never asked about the scar on my forehead.

I gently stroked the scar on my forehead and only sadness remained in my heart.

When we first started living together after graduating from college, we rented a small single room in the urban village.

There were many small stones on the road in the urban village and I accidentally fell, but only my knees were slightly red and even the skin was not broken.

But that night, Scott looked at my slightly red knees with red eyes.

"Andrea, does it hurt? Am I useless andrea, for letting you live in such a place? Andrea, do you believe me? I will definitely let you live a good life and I will never let you down."

At that time, he was full of me.

The vows were still ringing in my ears, but the object of his love was no longer me.

I gently wiped away my tears and stood up to pack my things.

I didn't take much with me, only the ones I often wore.

As for the things in the cloakroom, they were all bought by Scott, so I left them all to Celia.

When I left home, Scott hadn't come back yet.

It was too late now and I had nowhere to go, so I took a taxi directly to the hotel.

I came to this city because of Scott.

Now that we have decided to break up, it was only natural to leave this city.

To some extent, this could be considered a beginning and an end.

Not long after I arrived at the hotel, Scott called me.

After I hung up after calling several times, his text message bombardment began.

[Why aren't you home? Where have you been so late? I've told you before, I only treat Celia as my sister, why are you so angry? Why are you so unreasonable now, where are you? I'll pick you up.]

***

After a while, he sent another message: [Celia said there was a strange man at her door, she was scared, so I went to take a look.]

He sent another text message: [Calm yourself down tonight.]

Looking at the words on the screen, I snorted in my heart and blocked Scott's number directly.

I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep, but maybe I was tired today, or maybe I had made up my mind.

I fell asleep and had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by a hurried knock on the door.

As soon as I opened the door, Scott rushed into the room and yelled at me, "Why can't I get through to you? It's been a night, are you still making trouble? If I didn't have your location on my phone, where would you let me find you? Andrea, that's enough! My patience is limited!"

I glanced at him, there were still traces of lust on his neck and I spoke in a cold voice. "Before you come here to bark, can you wipe your ass clean first? You're here just in time, I forgot to tell you last night. Scott, let's break up."

Scott frowned and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Celia, who came right after him.

Celia rushed into the room like a whirlwind and took Scott's arm.

"Scott, wait for me. Fortunately, you were with me last night, otherwise I don't know what to do. But why are you so anxious this morning? What are you doing in the hotel?"

At this point, Celia looked at me.

She pretended to be surprised and covered her lips with her hand in a pretentious manner, looking incredulous.

"Andrea? Why are you here? Isn't this a hotel? Are you angry that Scott went to accompany me yesterday? You can't do this kind of thing just to be angry. Girls should still love themselves?"

Celia's words became more and more excessive. I slapped her hard on the face and interrupted her.

"Put away your dirty thoughts. Just because you are a bitch, you think everyone in the world is the same as you, right? Don't pretend to be pitiful here. Your tricks only work on brainless men like Scott. Get out of here quickly, don't get in my way here!"

Seeing me take action, Scott quickly protected her in his arms and pushed me hard.

"Andrea! Don't go too far! Why are you so angry? Could it be that Celia was right? Why are you angry with me? Why hit Celia?"

I was defenseless and was pushed to the ground by Scott.

Fortunately, the floor of the hotel was carpeted, so I didn't get hurt.

But Scott didn't care at all, his heart and eyes were full of Celia.

He carefully touched Celia's swollen cheek and his tone was full of heartache.

"Does it hurt? Don't you know how to hide when she hits you? Don't you know how to fight back? Why are you as stupid as when you were a child? After so many years abroad, you still can't learn to protect yourself, just like a child."

Celia's tears fell one by one, looking like a frightened little white rabbit.

"But Andrea is your girlfriend, how can I fight back? If Andrea gets hurt, you will definitely feel distressed, I don't want you to be unhappy. It's normal that Andrea doesn't like me. I will stay away from you in the future. I don't want you to quarrel because of me anymore."