Our Unwritten Love

As soon as he finished speaking, the room erupted with laughter.

"I wasn't aware Ms. Sachs was the type to admit her mistakes. Henry was head over heels for you back then, but you still slept with his best friend. You didn't think you were wrong back then, did you?"

"Are you sure you aren't just going back to Henry because he's rich now? I can't believe you're that cheap!"

A chill ran down my spine at that moment.

Under the flickering lights, I looked at Henry directly. I could see the sarcasm and mockery on his face.

I lowered my gaze and smiled bitterly. "Yes, I'm that cheap. Are you satisfied now, Henry?"

Henry stared at me coldly.

Nina walked over in an attempt to break the tension.

She tugged Henry's sleeve and urged softly, "That's enough, Henry. Stop making things difficult for Julia."

Henry took her hand and squeezed it gently.

He turned to me and said, "We've run out of rubbers and lube at home, go buy me a couple of boxes. While you're at it, fill the tub with hot water. Nina wants to take a hot bath when she reaches home."

Just as he was about to leave, he remembered something.

"Oh, and you're not allowed to sleep before we come back. Await your orders like a good little housekeeper," he said coldly.

It sounded like a warning.

I left the room and strolled down the street in a daze.

Our memories from the past flooded my mind.

Henry and I had been in love for three years. He had promised to marry me after graduating from university. However, before graduation, I broke up with him for his best friend, who came from a wealthy family.

It was raining heavily that day. Henry stood in the rain in front of our mansion, begging to see me.

He pleaded for me not to give up on him and promised he would work hard to give me the lifestyle that I wanted.

Like a loyal puppy, he had waited outside patiently for a long time.

However, I did not give in. With an indifferent tone, I had told him that I was just playing with him.

I watched as the color drained from his face, and he started to tremble before the security guard shoved him onto the road.

That night, Henry got a high fever and almost lost his life.

Even in his last moments, he called me repeatedly, begging to see me one last time.

I hung up every time he called, and at one point, I blocked his number.

After we graduated, I moved abroad with his best friend.

On the day we left, despite his sickness, Henry chased after me for a long time, but not once did I look back.

Later on, he grew into a successful businessman, while I was so desperate that I worked as a server in a nightclub.

He caught wind that my mother was diagnosed with brain cancer, which I couldn't afford to treat.

I accepted his offer and became his attendant, helping him even when he slept with other women.

It hurt in the beginning, but the numbness gradually took over.

That was until he brought Nina, my best friend, home. As usual, he threw a wad of cash at me.

"Nina likes taking hot baths. Go buy some fresh rose petals and fill the tub with warm water. Take good care of her for me," he instructed.

I looked at Nina in disbelief.

She shyly looked away while biting her lip.

Henry wrapped his arms around her and roared at me, "Didn't you hear what I said? Go!"

My vision was blurry. I kept asking myself why it had to be Nina.

He lifted my chin and pulled me closer. Through gritted teeth, I heard him whisper, "Didn't you do the same thing with my friend?"

At that moment, I realized how much he truly hated me.

I was woken up by a strange noise.

When I opened my eyes, I stared at the two figures before me.