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

"Who was at the door? I heard you talking to someone…"

Hana turned around to meet Xin behind her, glaring down at her short self as she thought of a lie to tell.

"It was just some kids next door. They wanted to say merry—"

"Kids don't live around here. Who were you talking to Hana?" His tone wasn't friendly, and his burning gaze made her feel unsafe.

"Why are you acting strange, Xin? You look...you act scary."

"Who were you talking to Hana?" He didn't need to raise his voice to hint at how irritated he was by her refusal to tell the truth. Hana's silence gave it away, but Xin was really curious to know who she was talking to, and why was she hiding it?

Hana tried to run away, but Xin held both her hands and pinned her to the door "You're not going anywhere until you tell me who you were talking to"

She shook her head "Let me go. Your hands...it hurts."

"Hana...you're testing my patience."

Part II