Back on My FeetWhen I was twenty-five, I made an intern my lover.
If she stayed with me, I would make sure she completed her internship and help pay off her parents' gambling debts.
So that sweet, innocent girl was forced to stay by my side for three years.
Later, my company collapsed, and my enemies broke both my legs.
I watched her and her first love gaze at each other, with tears in their eyes.
I left without a word, and she never came looking for me.
Later, when I was selling snacks from a stall on a busy street, she had already become the CEO of a publicly traded company, openly flaunting her love for him.
The way she looked at me was cold and indifferent.
I laughed at myself. "Do I look like a joke to you?"
Tears rolled down her face. "I've always thought you were one."