Three days later, I appeared at the door on time. James stood at the door rubbing his hands unconsciously, as if he was trying to coax me after every argument, with a shy smile on his lips.

If it were before, I might poke the dimple on his left cheek and say, "James! There won't be a next time!"

James would hold me and say, "Belinda is the best girlfriend in the world, I will never make the same mistake again!"

Coming back to consciousness, I looked at him coldly, he smiled shyly and let me in to sit down.

I still went in, adhering to the basic principle of not hitting people who smile at me.

The room was tidy, except for the wedding photo on the wall that couldn't be restored to its original state for a while. James found replacements for everything I smashed and put them back in their original positions.

Just like a broken mirror, when it was glued back together, we hope it would be restored to its original state.

"Belinda," James poured water attentively and called my name.

"I was wrong about this, but..."

"Fine, if you admit it," I crossed my arms and sat on the sofa, Joyce stood behind me.

I waved my hand and Joyce handed me a document.

I pushed it in front of Song Kexing, indicating for him to read it carefully.

Tang Yu raised her face and explained to him, instructing him on how much money he should return to me.

With each word Joyce said, his face turned greener.

Until the end, he looked at me incredulously and asked, "Belinda, are you... breaking up with me?"

I was even more surprised than him. "James, how despicable do you think I am in your eyes, that I would still be nice with you after you did such a thing?"

"Am I so lacking in men in your eyes?"

James hurriedly explained.

"No, that's not what I meant, honey."

I took a deep breath and didn't feel like wasting any more words with him. For people who couldn't see the situation clearly, all I need to do was show them through my actions.

Then I clapped my hands, and a group of bodyguards filed in.

It was so crowded in the room that even turning around was difficult.

"Throw everything in this room, all men's stuff, including a series of group photos and couple items, all! All into the trash can downstairs."

James stood up suddenly and came forward to stop me.

"Honey, don't do this, don't do this."

I watched him in front of me with red eyes, watching our photos being thrown out one by one, watching his things being cleared out of this house. For a moment, I wanted to let it go.

Just let it go.

But the hatred in my heart didn't fade. How could he!? How could he treat me like this!?

I turned my head and said, "A week later, I hope you can transfer this money to my card. The name on the property certificate of this house is mine. I will sell it within a week. If you have enough money after paying me back, I will sell it to you."

James couldn't afford it. His family background was average. Now he could finally marry me, and he could think about bringing his parents to live here for a while.

I was not asking for a lot of money from him, just the principal I used to support him back then.

But it was not easy to come up with it all at once.

With red eyes, he asked me, "Belinda, do you have to force me to death?"

I just want to smile. I calmly replied to him, "James, only children who cry get candy. I don't cry, but it doesn't mean I don't feel the pain."

I thought I must be a hundred or a thousand times more hurt than James.

In my first year of high school, my parents divorced, and the marriage of them was shattered. My mother left alone and never came back.

James should understand me the most. We were classmates, friends, and best friends at that time.

He watched me cry in pain, listened to me complain, and comforted me that not all emotions were fake.

There would always be some couple who could last forever, just like later when he stood in front of me trembling, holding the love letter draft he had been writing for several days, and said to me, "Belinda, I promise you, I will never change."

"I will love you forever."

In the midsummer of that year, I was in with a group of students wearing blue and white uniforms, and with countless sweat and tears, I buried my head in James's arms.

Struggling to break free from the memories, the James in front of me gradually merged with the James in my memories.

The difference was the scattered photos between the two of us.

I raised my head, tightly pursed my lips, and my fingers left traces in the palm of my hand.

"Belinda..."

"Stop calling me, James!" I closed my eyes and let the sense of powerlessness wash over me.

"You better transfer the money to my card within a week. I don't want to take you to court."

Putting on my sunglasses again, I watched as James was thrown out of the house with all his belongings.

In his desperate eyes, I closed the door firmly, and the locksmith I had just called quickly installed a new lock.

I turned around and took one last look at this house. Soon, the information about selling this house would be posted on various platforms.

All the memories between James and me were sealed inside this door.

I no longer wasted words with him and left decisively with Joyce.

As soon as I got in the car, my dad's relentless phone calls came in.

"What's wrong, Mr. Walsh?" I lazily directed Joyce to drive, my voice lacking energy.

"What's wrong? You skipped work for three days in a row and I didn't ask you what's wrong!" My dad's voice was as strong as ever, showing no mercy to his only daughter.

In order to get my father's approval for James, a "poor" son-in-law, I agreed to join the company and start from the bottom.

"Someone has already told me! You disappeared as soon as you came back from your business trip this time!"

"What's wrong with you!?"

I leaned my head against the window and watched the scenery outside continuously receding.

"Dad, I broke up with James."

The voice on the other end of the phone abruptly stopped, as if the phone signal had suddenly paused.

I laughed, "What? Are you ready to go buy firecrackers?"

Mr. Walsh once boasted that if I could break up with James, he would immediately go and buy firecrackers to set off for three days and three nights.

I still didn't understand why my dad didn't like him, but now... I didn't need to understand anymore.

"Sweetheart, I... I will give you a vacation, and... give you some money, you can go out and have fun, okay?"

Tears were out, and the sadness in my heart was dispelled by my dad to some extent.

"It's okay, I will go back to work tomorrow. You can tell him for me that it's my fault for not asking for leave, and he can deduct my salary normally."

Life would go on, and I would be fine.

Obviously, my dad was optimistic about how quickly I could recover.

Starting from the next day, my phone screen kept lighting up, and countless talented young men's messages flooded my WhatsApp.

"Dad, do you think I need a man so much in your eyes?"

It seemed that the people around me have some strange misunderstandings about me. James thought I couldn't live without him, and my dad thought I could do so well without him.

"Daughter, you don't understand. The best way to get over a previous relationship is to start a new one."

I replied to him with a cold face, "Then why haven't you moved on from your previous relationship yet?"

Mr. Walsh had been single for many years and missed his ex-wife who had gone far away.

He ignored me and seemed to be licking his wounds in his own place.

I rarely felt guilty and randomly picked one of them and said that I could meet this one.

There was no other reason, just because his available time was tonight.

I wished to get it done once and for all.

When I sat by the window and looked down at the river view, I had the impulse to leave 20,001 times. When the impulse appeared for the 20,002nd time, I picked up my bag and was about to leave my seat.

As soon as I turned around, someone blocked my way.

"Miss Walsh, sorry for keeping you waiting for so long. It's my fault."

I looked over in the direction of the voice, oh, it was an old friend.

"Caleb, why are you here?"

I clearly remember that it wasn't him I made an appointment with today.

"Oh, Bruce has something to do today. We're friends, so it's the same if I meet you instead."

He called the waiter and flipped through the menu, tilting his neck slightly, like an arrogant little prince.

"After I go back... I will tell him about your behavior."

"Bang!" With a sound, I slapped the table and stood up, attracting a lot of attention.