On the opening day of the ski resort amusement park,

After overcoming my fear and completing the super ice slide, I excitedly sent a video to my boyfriend, Jameson Farrar. However, to my surprise, the video revealed that the couple beside me on the other slide was Jameson himself, tightly embracing the freshman, Yara Hollis, with a radiant smile on his face.

I confronted Jameson with red eyes, questioning, "Weren't you supposed to be busy? Why are you here?"

He laughed indifferently. "Yara is here on vacation, and as the local host, I'm just showing her around. What's the big deal?"

"When did you become so selfish?"

"Do we really need to make a big deal out of playing a game? If you're so suspicious, what's the point of being in a relationship?"

The sarcasm in Jameson's eyes deeply wounded me. I turned and called my childhood buddy from abroad.

"Does your previous promise still hold? I'm willing!"

Silence extended through the phone, only the whistling wind could be heard.

"What!? Evelyn, what are you saying? Are you serious? You never allowed me to bring it up before."

Recalling the images in the phone video, a sharp pain pierced my heart, making me unconsciously clench my fist, droplets of blood falling onto the snowy ground.

I cleared my throat and pretended to be nonchalant, "It's nothing. I just feel that Jameson and I aren't really suitable for each other."

Roland Merrick hesitated for a moment, his tone filled with concern, "Evelyn, are you alright? Did Jameson do something to hurt you?"

I swallowed my bitterness and gazed faintly at the jubilant crowd. "When did you become so imaginative? It's just a relationship, not a soap opera."

"If you don't accept it, forget about it."

Before I could finish, Roland interrupted hastily, "No, no, that's not what I meant. I'll come to you right now. Wait for me."

The call ended abruptly and I could no longer contain my emotions. I collapsed on the snow, sobbing uncontrollably.

I've always had a fear of heights and never participated in any thrilling activities. I met Jameson during a college team-building event and was unknowingly taken to play the drop tower ride. Compared to the excited faces around me, I was pale, drenched in cold sweat, and my vision blurred. I could only cling tightly to the glass wall.

A male classmate roughly pushed me, and I winced in pain, reflexively shoving his hand away. The commotion made everyone quiet down and ask what was happening. I stammered, "Sorry, I... I have a fear of heights. I can't... can't play this game. Sorry, I'm not doing it on purpose."

The boy who had pushed me quickly recovered and adopted a mocking expression. "Everyone knows that. How could a little princess like you play games meant for ordinary people? We're just not worthy."

"Putting on airs and pretending to be superior. Can't you even come up with a decent excuse? If you're afraid of heights, why are you here? Is it a joke?"

Under his taunting words, everyone surrounded me with unpleasant expressions, mocking my pale face, while a few girls showed disdain.

Instinctively, I stepped back and accidentally bumped into a sturdy chest. It was Jameson Farrar.

"Why do you look so unwell? Are you okay?"

Though we were both in the student council, we had hardly interacted before.

Jameson handed me a tissue and, in front of everyone, pulled me behind him, sternly demanding the boy apologize to me.

"Bullying a girl isn't cool, is it? She's already said she has a fear of heights. Got donkey hair stuffed in your ears? Who planned this team-building event? Why didn't it consider everyone? I want a report on this."

I covertly peeked at Jameson's back, unable to suppress the pounding of my heart. As we spent more time together afterwards, we grew closer and soon fell in love. But I had forgotten that seven years was too long. The Jameson who loved me had slowly disappeared.

I stood up, brushed off the snowflakes that had fallen on me, and turned to leave.

I never liked extreme activities like the super ice slide, but I accidentally learned that Jameson enjoyed thrills and adventure. For so many years, he had only been accommodating me.

Feeling a rush of sweetness and the urge to change for him, I decided to secretly try the super ice slide today, knowing that Jameson was supposed to be at work. I planned to surprise him next time. However, I didn't expect to run into him here.

As I trembled upon getting off the slide, I looked around for Jameson's figure.

They were wearing matching down jackets, Yara intimately holding onto Jameson's arm while taking photos. But didn't he hate posing for pictures?

I still remember when we celebrated our sixth anniversary, eagerly dragging him for photos only to be scolded.

"Why are you getting more childish as you age? Do you want the whole world to know about our relationship? Hurry up and eat before it gets cold."

My eyes reddened as I bit my lip and stepped forward to knock Yara's phone out of her hand.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work? Why are you here?"

At that moment, a flash of panic appeared in Jameson's eyes. He instinctively tried to push Yara away but stopped halfway, letting her hold onto him.

"Evelyn, why are you here?"

Yara stood in front of Jameson with a sweet smile.

"You misunderstood, Evelyn. I'm just here traveling, and since I'm unfamiliar with the place, I asked senior Jameson to look after me. I hope you don't mind."

Jameson quickly added, "Yes, Yara is here for a trip, and I'm just showing her around as a local."

"There's nothing wrong with a senior taking care of a junior, right? Don't be so narrow-minded."

Yara gently tugged at Jameson's sleeve, her eyes welling up with tears.

"It's okay, Jameson, don't argue because of me. I didn't know Evelyn didn't like me, so I'll leave now. I can manage on my own."

Jameson tenderly stroked her shoulder and glared at me.

"Don't mind her, Yara. She's just a buzzkill."

"You came here to travel, and it's my responsibility to take care of you."

"Evelyn, if there's nothing wrong, let's all have fun together. The truth will prevail."

A sharp pain filled my heart and a wave of anger surged through me.

The truth will prevail? You must be blind.

In college, most of my arguments with Jameson were because of Yara, but he never took it seriously, always saying that Yara reminded him of his younger sister.

But would a sister send pictures of her legs to her brother?

In moments of speechlessness, one really feels like laughing.

Such a sweet scene, it would be perfect if the protagonist wasn’t my boyfriend.

Yara walked over and extended her hand, trying to hold mine.

"Evelyn, don't be angry. Let's play together. The super ice slide is thrilling, I want to try it again."

I pulled my hand back in disgust, but Yara suddenly fell, harshly kneeling on the ice. Her black stockings ripped open, and blood seeped from her knee.

Jameson forcefully pushed me away.

"Evelyn! Are you fucking crazy?"

She did it on purpose!

I stood there helplessly as Jameson picked up Yara and walked away, abandoning me. The surrounding tourists enjoyed the spectacle, pointing fingers and even taking out their phones to record.

I raised my arm to shield myself, but the sounds continuously echoed, triggering painful memories. This time, Jameson wasn’t by my side.

He took a few steps, turned back, his brows furrowed, and his eyes filled with anger.

A flicker of hope ignited within me as I looked at him expectantly.

"Evelyn, no matter how unhappy you are, there's no need to hurt Yara. I always thought you were just being jealous. Now I see you've become downright malicious."

Jameson's words cut like a knife, colder than the weather, piercing my heart and leaving it numb.

The cold wind made me more alert as I wiped away my flowing tears. Turns out that when there is no love, there's not even a chance for an explanation.

I laughed bitterly and closed my eyes, my heart full of disappointment. I took a cab back to the house we once shared, ready to say my final goodbye.

As soon as I stepped in, I was confronted with a scene that I would never forget. I stood in the hallway, looking at the two people on the couch, oblivious to my presence.

"Jameson, no! Be gentle, I can't bear it!"

"In order to treat the bruises on your legs, I need to apply pressure, silly girl."

Is this healing? It was unheard of!

Yara's fair, soft legs were wrapped around Jameson's shoulders, swaying rhythmically. I shook my head vigorously, trying to dispel the image but couldn't.

With Jameson's eyes reddened and his body tense, my stomach churned.

I rested my hands on the hallway, the noise alerting them both. They turned to look at me simultaneously.

"You're back," Jameson said.

I put down my keys and walked past them. "Keep up the massage. Your junior is still hurting."

No sooner had I spoken when Yara's face turned pale.

Jameson spoke impatiently, "What are you being sarcastic about now? Will it ever end?"

"Yara is young, and you've caused her such pain. I'm cleaning up your mess, and yet you still haggle over it," I replied, lowering my eyes to hide my sarcasm.

"Did I say anything? Didn't I tell you, as her senior, to take good care of her?" I returned flatly.

A glimmer of suspicion flickered in Jameson's eyes, unable to understand why my attitude had changed so quickly.

Yara gave me a long look, slightly curling her lips.

Just as I was about to enter my room, a pungent burning smell filled the air.

Jameson's face turned ashen as he dashed to the kitchen, quickly turning off the gas. He came out, glanced at me for a second, then immediately looked away.

"What are you staring at? Food got burnt, and you don't know how to turn off the heat? I can't believe how you manage as a girlfriend," Jameson snapped.

Looking at the blustering Jameson, my last thread of hope shattered completely.

"If that's what you think, there's nothing I can do," I said wearily. "I'm tired, I'm going to rest."

Jameson hadn't expected me to talk back, his face instantly darkening.

Yara ran over, pitifully coughing a few times. "Don't blame Jameson. It's my period, and my stomach hurts badly. That's why Jameson made me some brown sugar water. Sorry, Evelyn, blame me and not Jameson."

Jameson embraced her tenderly, taking a blanket to wrap her up tightly and carrying her back to the couch.

Watching Jameson's attentive care, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. I remembered years ago when I had painful menstrual cramps and asked him for a cup of brown sugar water, only to be dismissed as being overly dramatic.

"Make it yourself, I have an important meeting today," he had said.

Eventually, I passed out in pain.

Jameson had massaged my abdomen, complaining the whole time, "You're an adult, can't you take better care of yourself? You made me get scolded by the doctor, what a disgrace."

At that time, I was immersed in his rare tenderness, taking all the blame upon myself, with pain more from heartache than the physical cramps.

I quietly turned to my room to pack my things.

I opened the door and found the bed sheets crumpled, with spots of liquid and Yara's clothes scattered all over. Unable to control my nausea, I rushed to the bathroom, clutching the toilet as I vomited.

Wiping my mouth, I heard Yara's voice at the door.

"Evelyn, what's wrong? Haven't you seen such scenes before?"

I stood up, pushed past her, and continued packing my clothes.

"Mind your own business and take care of yourself."

After a long silence, she spoke again. "Aren't you curious why I came to see Jameson?"

I turned back to meet her gaze without speaking.

Yara sat on the edge of the bed, staring straight at me. "I originally had no intentions of coming. But since you had to flaunt your happiness on Instagram, and I can't stand seeing others happy."

She blew on her manicured nails, her ring finger's diamond ring catching my eye.

The longer a couple is together, the less passion there is; no one can avoid it.