"Amora, you should take care of the rest of the press conference. Rachel can't stay up late. I'll take her home."

Trevor left the venue with Rachel's hand in his without waiting for my response.

This was the first time that Trevor left me for another woman. And I was fully aware that if there was a first time, there would be several ones. At last, the boy who vowed to be with me forever betrayed his word.

After taking care of everything, it was already late when I returned home. I discovered that my room's belongings had been carelessly dumped into the living room as soon as I opened the door.

"I'm sorry, Amora," Rachel said, feigning regret as she turned to face me. “I'm going to move in. Trevor said I may choose which room I wanted. Strangely enough, it appears that we even like the same room!”

Rachel purposefully trod on my clothes that were spread on the floor. She looked to be referring to the room, but in reality, it was about a person.

Trevor gave me a chilly look as he left the study.

"What are you arguing about?"

When Rachel heard this, she grabbed Trevor's arm right away and angrily said, "I'm to blame for everything. My favorite room appears to be Amora's. She is upset and refuses to give it to me.”

I never wanted to punch someone’s face so bad until this moment.

Rachel acted as though she was unaware that the room belonged to me, even though the family was small. She only wanted to brag to me about how well regarded she was by Trevor.

How could Trevor, who had worked in business for so long, have missed Rachel being sneaky?

However, love was blind.

Trevor glanced at me impatiently as he shielded Rachel from me.

"It wasn't Rachel's intention. It's just about one room. You could just..."

"Well, you're right," I interrupted before Trevor could finish. “It's only a room. I'm going to get everything out now."

"This house has a lot of rooms," Trevor replied after pausing. “It is the same whether you live in another room. If you need anything, let me know.”

In my heart, I scoffed. What did Trevor believe he was doing? Did I get this in exchange for giving up my room? Trevor was always like this. He definitely didn't like me, but he kept giving me hope, purposefully confusing me. But this time, he overthought things. I had no intention of living shamelessly in this house.

"Amora, let me help you move beyond the rest of your things." Rachel boldly lifted her eyebrows. She appeared to be eagerly assisting, but all she wanted was for me to give her space as soon as possible.

Rachel feigned to have accidently knocked the crystal ball on my table to the ground.

"Rachel, are you okay? Is your hand hurting?” As though holding a priceless gem, Trevor hurried to Rachel's side, took her hand and carefully examined it.

"I'm fine, but it's unfortunate that I broke the crystal ball," Rachel said, waving her hand apologetically. “This was a present you gave to Amora. Amora, I'm sorry, I'll help you glue it, it should be able to be put together again."

Despite its low value, the crystal ball was the first present Trevor gave me. Even though Trevor offered me more expensive gifts later on, this childhood friendship present was the most valuable.

I still cherished this crystal ball and kept it in the bedroom's most noticeable location.

Without concern, Trevor looked at the rubble on the ground and remarked to Rachel in a calming voice…

"It's just a little thing. Now it's broken, you don't have to worry about it. Your safety is the most important."

I nodded and said lightly, "Yeah, it doesn't matter, I was going to throw it away anyway."

In the next instant, I swept all of the crystal ball's debris into the trash bin, catching Trevor off guard.

Trevor glanced at me in disbelief, his brow furrowing further and deeper.

"Amora, what do you mean?"

I shook my head and spoke in an emotionless voice.

"It doesn't mean anything. Broken things should have stayed in the trash can."

Trevor moved forward to seize my wrist, dropped his voice and mockingly said, "Amora, did you think of another trick? I told you to put such inappropriate ideas away, or else..."

Rachel could have been a little upset to see Trevor approaching me too closely. "Trevor, I'm so hungry, let's go out for a midnight snack," she said quickly, changing the topic.

Trevor nodded to Rachel, pushed my hand away in disdain and said softly, "Okay, I'll take you to whatever you want to eat."

Rachel hypocritically said, "I want to eat spicy hot chicken wings," leaning on Trevor's arms like a little bird. “Do you want to join us, Amora?”

I firmly said, "No, I'm not hungry," without even considering it. “You guys can go without me."

As if considering whether or not what I had said was true, Trevor pursed his thin lips into a line and dropped his gaze.

After all, if it were before, I would use every opportunity to get along with Trevor. Always actively approaching him.

"Rachel kindly invited you, Amora, don't be shameless."

The tinge of melancholy in Trevor's tone struck me as somewhat odd.

He should be pleased that I carefully made it possible for him and Rachel to spend time alone. Why did he have to make me, an outsider, join them? Eventually, Trevor stormed off when Rachel persuaded him to do so.

It wasn't until they were both gone that I went into my bedroom.

To some way, Trevor gave his implicit approval when Rachel destroyed the decorations and wallpaper at her whim.

But unexpectedly, a face with a broad smile appeared in my head.

It was 19 years old Trevor, who clumsily and carefully decorated the room for me.

As if to claim credit, he told me while he was perspiring, "Amora, look, you will have a home in the future."

The fresh evening breeze flowed in through the window and cleansed my mind.

I gave a sour smile.

With his own hands, the man who had promised to provide me a home instead shoved me into the abyss.

One by one, I picked up the items on the ground and nearly all of them held memories of Trevor and me. As well, the damage and stains on every object showed that Trevor and I would never be able to return to the past.

Not a single item in this house truly belonged to me and they wouldn't even fit in a single bag. This way, I had nothing to lose, so it was fine.

I rented a home outside and resigned from Trevor's firm.

I received some messages on my phone, it was from Rachel.

[Trevor and I are busy with the engagement things, so we won't be back for several days.]

[Amora, I'll leave the house in your care!]

[Remember to attend our engagement party in three days!]

The message was followed by a picture showing Rachel kissing Trevor while holding up her phone and taking a picture in front of the mirror. Even though it was a blatant provocation, I didn't feel offended. Naturally, I wouldn't care about anything relating to Trevor because I didn't want to be involved with him any more.

In addition, my birthday fell on the same day as their engagement celebration in three days.

I ignored all the messages from Rachel.

I got in touch with my old pals and invited them to join me in celebrating my birthday.

Trevor had been the center of my universe for the last decade.

Today, all I wanted to do was live for myself.

***

After spreading my long hair, I changed into a dress that was burgundy in color. I felt magnificent when I looked in the mirror.

For years, I had been following Trevor about the office.

I had been wearing a boring black and white business suit for a long time. But I was only in my twenties this year and like all girls, I was at the age of loving beauty.

My friends joyfully gathered around me and shoved a giant birthday cake over when I entered the private room I had rented.

I couldn't contain my tears as I sniffed.

They were all my pals from the orphanage where I grew up.

"Amora, happy birthday!"

When the door to the private room opened and Gavin was holding a delicate present box bag, his eyes fell on me.

My best friend prodded my arm and said, "Amora, Gavin came here especially today because he heard you were having a birthday," with a smile.

For some time, Gavin McGath, a senior in my college major, also made a concerted attempt to court me.

I immediately rejected Gavin because my thoughts and feelings were on Trevor at the time.

"Birthday gift, I hope you will like it."

Gavin gave me the gift and sat down next to me.

I smiled politely, "Thank you."

Following the welcomes, the mood abruptly brightened.

Gavin seemed to have mustered up his courage, cleared his throat and asked carefully, "Amora, can I ask for your number?"

Everyone knew that Trevor and Rachel had officially announced their relationship.

Those who intended to use me to get close to Trevor have long since vanished in a matter of days.

In the economic world, it was common to swoon over the powerful.

Gavin was the first person to approach me and ask for my contact details in such a situation. His eyes were completely uninterested in those matters as he waited silently for my response.

With a nod, I said, "Sure."

Gavin's eyes brightened suddenly.

I simply happened to pull out my cell phone and saw Trevor called me.

I accidentally pressed the answer button and heard Trevor's angry voice on the other end, "Amora, you already agreed to be Rachel's bridesmaid! Where are you now? Come to me now to the engagement party quickly. Everyone is waiting for you. Is there something wrong?"

Rachel didn't even ask me to be her bridesmaid, which momentarily shocked me. She wanted Trevor to believe that I was purposefully having a tantrum and ruining their engagement party, as if its intention couldn't be clearer.