You Can’t Catch Me

For three years, I worked three jobs a day to send Wendy Stallone to university. In the end, I ended up doing all the chores at home as well. On the day Wendy graduated, the Stallone family came to bring her back to the family, and she turned into a socialite overnight. Everyone said my years of hardship had ended, and I was about to become rich. During the celebration party, Clark Quinn, Wendy’s childhood friend, sat beside her like he was born to orbit around her and asked me whether it was time for me to step aside. Wendy said nothing and just toyed with Clark’s fingers. Under the dazzling lights, I stared at her and asked calmly, “Are we going to break up?” She was stunned for a moment before she gave an awkward smile. “What on earth are you saying? Stop throwing a tantrum.” I could see that she was hesitating, and I just smiled faintly. “It’s fine. You don’t have to feel troubled about it. I’ll leave.” That night, I packed up my bags and left the rental house that had carried three years’ worth of memories of my life with Wendy. Behind me, I heard Wendy’s friends snickering. “Wendy, want to make a bet? In less than three days, that guy’s going to come back begging to get together with you again.” Wendy sipped some wine and said firmly, “Three days? He’s a poor idiot who can’t survive without me. He’ll be back tomorrow to make me breakfast.”