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

Ever since Jin's mom left, he barely said a word to his father. Well, and the man hardly uttered a word to him.

There was no denying that Jin said the most, just greetings. Then he would carry on with his day. His father still provided for him like a parent would, but he never answered any of his questions about the whereabouts of his mom. His father would ignore it, and whenever Jin got persistent, his father didn't hesitate to hit him in his face.

That's how life was for the two until a year passed, and his dad brought another woman home.

It didn't occur to Jin that his father had remarried long before she finally stepped foot into their house. In fact, it took him a while to find out.

His step mom was beautiful with an innocent face, eyes the same color as gold, straight black hair, but his mother was prettier. No one could convince him otherwise. Along with the witch came his half brother.

Part II