When I received my graduate school acceptance letter, I shared the news with Easton.

He was very excited and wanted to hold a celebration party for me, talking about the list of invitees while planning the banquet.

As everyone around me knew, Easton, the charismatic and affluent young boy, had harbored feelings for me since high school, and his affection had endured for seven years.

However, what only I was aware of was that he had grown tired of it long ago.

1

After I sent him a photo of the acceptance letter, a flurry of messages from him ensued.

"Congratulations!"

"Gianna, you are awesome."

"You've worked so hard this year."

I responded curtly with "You too" before packing up my belongings.

Meanwhile, Easton began sending this news and invitations in all group chats, proclaiming, "Gianna has been admitted to Falatte University as a graduate student. Tonight, I'm treating you to dinner at Rivergate. Everyone must come!"

My classmates showered me with blessings, and my phone was flooded with notifications.

"Congratulations!"

"I'll definitely be there!"

"I envy you two for being together for so long!"

"So sweet. I wish you two a lifetime together."

"When can I have a man like Easton!"

"Keep dreaming."

While everyone was congratulatory, they were also envious of our love.

"Easton used to be a gangster, but he turned over a new leaf because of Gianna."

"Who hasn't heard of Easton's legend of failing all his subjects, but becoming a changed man after meeting Gianna?"

"Wow, really? I don't believe it unless you show me evidence."

Evidence? He was a party animal, like smoking, drinking, racing, and fighting. He'd jump around like a monkey every day.

But after we met, he transformed.

I told him I didn't like loafers, and he started frequenting the library, participating in activities, and even topped his semester test.

I told him I didn't like playboys, and he quit smoking, drinking, and distancing himself from bad influences.

I told him I didn't like people who are high-profile, and he started wearing cheap clothes and deleted the photos he posted on social media.

These were the things he once loved the most and made him happiest, but he gave them up for me.

My roommate, who belonged to a wealthy family, ruined my graduation project.

My major was fashion design, and my computer was full of my data, but she smashed it all out of anger.

I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe.

But when she calmed down, she offered to replace it with a more expensive one, trying to make amends.

When Easton found out, he rushed to comfort me. From then on, my roommate lost her arrogance.

I later discovered that the Scott family snatched her family several projects away, leading her family's business short of funds and on the brink of bankruptcy, and was eventually acquired by the Scott family.

Easton and his father had a bad relationship since childhood, and he had never asked his father for help.

But for my sake, Easton willingly apologized to his father.

This was once the last thing he wanted to do.

The people around me realized how much he cared for me.

Maybe everyone noticed how special I was to him when he wanted to attend the same university as me.

Compared to his previous girlfriends, he was serious about me. I was the one for him.

It's just that people don't want to believe it.

His friends were stunned by his decision, given the big difference in our status.

I was from an ordinary family, while he was from a wealthy family.

It was impossible for two people with a big difference in status to get married.

But he didn't think so. He smiled and said, "I'll start from nothing. I don't want my father to leave me the family fortune. He can't still control me."

He said it nonchalantly, but he didn't know that this was the life that many people dreamed of.

During my junior internship, he took me to see my parents, and his parents had completely different attitudes towards me.

His mother liked me very much, but his father had been cold.

While eating, his father kept staring at me resentfully, as if hating that I was sitting in front of him.

Finally, Easton's mother, Lucia, couldn't stand it anymore and slammed her hand on the table, "I have something to talk to his father. You guys eat first. We'll go to our room for a bit."

Then there were noises from inside the house.

Since then, Lucia would always talk to me, teach me how to make desserts, and take me shopping and to parties.

She thought Easton's change was because of me, but I knew that even without me, he could do well if he wanted to.

When I returned my senses, Easton had already sent me a lot of messages.

He asked, "How do you want to celebrate tonight? I'll arrange the process. I won't let my baby get tired."

"Didn't you like their fish very much last time? I've ordered it."

"I didn't ask them to add any side dishes you didn't like."

"Do you want wine or drinks? I think it's better if you don't drink. You've been having stomach problems lately."

He still treated me like he always did, but the one who loved me so much finally cheated on me.

2

At the evening celebration banquet, everyone drank wine, joked, and confided in each other.

His friends kept plying him with wine. "Easton, you're so lucky to have such an excellent girlfriend."

"When are you going to have your wedding?"

"Let's get hammered."

I wanted to persuade him to drink, but when I thought about what he was going to do next, I didn't want to say anything.

When another glass of wine came, he waved his hand and said, "Gianna won't let me drink any more, so I'll stop here."

When he said this, he looked at me with tenderness and doting in his eyes.

I looked away, not willing to look at him.

I thought, "Is it for me not drinking anymore, or is it for his lover?"

He sensed my depression and sat next to me, "Gianna, are you feeling unwell? You're not in a good mood. If you're not happy, let's leave."

I looked at the time. It was almost time for Easton to meet his sweetheart.

I looked at the people around me and said, "I'm glad you all came, but I feel a little uncomfortable, so I'm leaving now."

Easton helped me up, his eyes full of worry, "Everyone, enjoy your meals. I've paid the bill."

He sent me downstairs and stopped a taxi for me, saying, "Gianna, I need to go to school to get my lab report. You go back first and I'll be right there, okay?"

His tone was sincere. But it was already ten o'clock. What report did he need to pick up now?

I wanted to complain about him not making a good excuse.

But then it suddenly occurred to me, I only noticed his fool excuses now.

I smiled bitterly, "Easton, can't you go tomorrow?"

I wanted to give him another chance. I never wanted to believe that he would cheat on me.