ログインRobin poked his head out from the kitchen. "Who was that?""An old acquaintance," I smiled. "It wasn't anything important."He walked out with two bowls. It was the risotto he had just learned how to make, and it tasted surprisingly like home, reminding me of Mom's recipe. I took a sip, looked up, and beamed at him. "It's delicious!"His eyes crinkled into a smile. "In that case, I'll make it for you every day from now on." Sleep eluded me that night. Robin was fast asleep. He was a quiet sleeper; he didn't snore or kick off his blanket.Gazing at his profile, I suddenly remembered that night a year ago and that single tear running down Wendell's face under the streetlight. Back then, I honestly thought I would never be able to move on for the rest of my life. Yet, here I am now, lying right beside a gentle man. I had a job that fulfilled me. Every morning when I woke up, my eyes were bright, my heart was warm, and my steps were light. I no longer asked, "Why?"I no longer
Robin was a gentle soul. The first time we met, he was wearing a light gray sweater. He was quiet and a man of few words, but every single time I spoke, he listened intently. It took us three months to collaborate on that project. During those three months, he never once asked about my past, nor did he beat around the bush to test the waters. He simply made sure a delicious cup of coffee was waiting for me at every single meeting. I liked my lattes with less sugar and an extra shot of espresso. Every time I worked late into the night, he would offer, "I'll drive you home. I'm going in that direction anyway."His office sat on the eastern side of the city, whereas my house was on the western side. In other words, it wouldn't be convenient for him at all.But that was how we slowly, naturally, grew closer.…Robin asked me out to dinner on the day our project ended. Then, he drove me home.When we reached the bottom of my building, he stopped in his tracks. "Ms. Black.""Ye
I hummed in response."She also claimed that Wendell promised her, 'as long as she took care of Tania', he would marry her. The cops went to interrogate Wendell, but he's fighting it tooth and nail. He insists he never said anything of the sort and that Carissa was slandering him."I chuckled. Just as I thought, Wendell and Carissa were permanently chained to each other for the rest of their miserable lives. I didn't even need to drop the receipts. Their scandal had already spread like wildfire through our college. Neither of them would ever be able to live this down. I wrapped up the call and went right back to revising my proposal.…During the third week, I received a call from Wendell. I was right in the middle of a meeting with a client that day. More than 20 people were seated in the conference room when my phone vibrated. I took a look at the caller ID. It was an unknown number. Hence, I answered. "Hello."There was a three-second silence on the other end. "It's me, T
The day before I left for Silverwood, Wendell suddenly showed up downstairs at Mom's house. He was clutching a bouquet of white roses—my favorite flowers in college.The moment I opened the door, he dropped to his knees with a heavy thud. "Please give me a chance to explain myself, Tania!"I gazed at him. "Wendell.""Yeah.""Get up."He lifted his head, his eyes brimming with tears. "Don't drive me away, Tania. Carissa doesn't love me. After you broke up with me, she didn't want me anymore; she just loves the chase!""Go home." I looked into his teary eyes. At long last, he was willing to shed tears for me. Yet, looking at his face, all I could see was the last three years of being used, three years of watching him choose her over me, and three years of settling for scraps. I smiled. "Wendell.""Yeah!""I've seen your messages on X. You were just using me to make her jealous, weren't you? Let's just leave it at that. Don't ever show your face around me again!"He abruptly
When the elevator hit the first floor, I took a deep breath and walked out of the apartment complex gates. It was drizzling outside, and I didn't have an umbrella. The fine rain slanted into me, and it felt incredibly cold. It was a rather nice feeling.I took a cab to my mother Tamara Preston's house. The moment she opened the door and saw me, she was dumbstruck. "Tania, what are you—""Mom, I broke up with Wendell." Mom didn't say a word; she simply stepped aside and let me in. I rolled my suitcase into the living room. The room was filled with the comforting scent of freshly made risotto. Mom brought a bowl of it over and placed it in front of me. "Eat up. Everything else can wait."I stared at the bowl, and all of a sudden, the waterworks began. However, I wasn't crying over Wendell or Carissa, but over Mom. Mom had been an elementary school teacher all her life. She'd never commented on my love life. Instead, without fail, every time I returned home, she'd make me a bow
Wendell's expression stiffened. His jaw dropped, and for a long while, he couldn't utter a single word. Sinking to my knees, I gathered the clothes I'd just thrown on the floor and continued jamming them into my suitcase. "Tania, what did you just say?" At last, he found his voice again, though it was shaky. "You're breaking up with me?" "Yep," I answered without looking up."Why would you—""Wendell." I rose to my feet and slapped a stack of savings passbooks onto the table before him. "I've lived here for a year. I'm the one who paid the rent and utilities. I'm the one who bought the gold bracelet for your mother's birthday. "I bought the suit you wore for your promotion. I even bought the outfit for your company's team-building event." I paused before continuing, "The most expensive thing you've ever bought me was a 99-dollar lipstick." Wendell's pale face flushed crimson. "Are you seriously making this about money? You're actually keeping score?" I jeered. "I am. Enli







