SofarLunar

"I endured this pain day after day, drowned in the ocean of tears that weren't allowed to leave my eyes. I held on for long, but they didn't love to see that, they stepped upon my head, content to watch me drown in the emotional mess they caused."

Seven relationships and all were doomed from the start. The same issues and the same outcome, all the girls he loved left him, cheated on him, stabbed him in the back. 

Was he hexed? Was he really the problem? Why did they never last? Chang Wu didn't know. All he knew was that, they were breaking his heart to smaller pieces every time they walked out of his life because he couldn't 'afford' them. 
 
He'd tried everything to the extent everyone called him a simp for women who wouldn't even do half of what he'd done for them. 'Why were all middle class women the same?' Why hadn't he met one that wouldn't push the burden of financial responsibilities on his shoulders. The more he thought of it, the more he bore hate, until he decided to give up on them, and aim for something higher. 


Dating a rich woman was his next step. As impossible as it sounded and difficult to achieve, he thought the woman on the magazine cover that caught his attention would actually love him, not because of money because she already had that. There were problems, he had to live falsely to catch her eye and watch out for potential threats to avoid the truth from getting exposed, but how long would he pretend to be the opposite of what he truly was? How long would he lie? How long would he continue to live in fear? And most importantly, how would he put an end to the facade without getting his dream woman hurt?

Why I hate Middle Class Women

A couple of days passed, and Xin got better. It surprised him to see a brief text from Wu wishing him recovery, and he replied with a simple 'Thanks.'

Jessica had already gotten used to Xin's home and felt like nothing could ever go wrong there. As long as he was around.

Xin made his way to the kitchen and then wandered round, picking up things to make breakfast. His culinary skills only extended to toasts and cereal, so that's what he had to offer Jessica.

She woke up to the sounds of items from the kitchen and the smell of smoke coming out of a cigar. Her face closed in a grimace as she trudged to the kitchen, looking for Xin who left his blanket back on the sofa.

He turned back, speechless as the stick hung loosely in his mouth. He quickly took it out, but had nothing to say in his defense.

"Making breakfast for you. Good morning."

Part V