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

Jin woke up half naked. No memories of the night before. His head ached, nausea swirled unrestrained in his empty stomach, and his throat was dry. He pulled on a shirt, and then shorts before stepping out of his room. As if with right timing, he bumped into his father, the least person he expected to be around that day.

"Follow," the man commanded, and Jin did as he said at once. He followed his father to the lounge where Yusheng and Harumi were, and he didn't fail to notice how loud his step mom was wailing. As for his brother, he stared at him with narrowed eyes, his face red from the fury seething in him. The pressure of this raging sea of anger was enough to make the atmosphere tense and put the room in stony silence. No one but Jin knew what was going on.

He watched his father pull out pictures from an envelope on the living room table, and he threw the photographs towards face.

Part III