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

Jessica's eyes dripped with tears as the exact memories of what Xin had done replayed in her head.

The shuddering woman wrapped her arms tight around her pillow, crying into it with her shoulders shaking.

Was she at fault this whole time for falling in love with him? Did she make a grave mistake by welcoming him to her home? By putting so much trust in him? Assuming that was the case, where precisely did she go wrong?

What would have happened if he didn't snap out of it? He would've done the things she feared the most. She considered how vicious he would've been if he didn't get his way with ease.

Was that really what he wanted this entire time? Did the liquor really show his true intentions? She pondered profoundly on those questions, but she couldn't provide an accurate answer to any of them. What should she do?

Part III