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My partner always brings me gifts after meeting her first love Oliver.
The more expensive the gift, the deeper their body contact .
In the past year, I received six limited edition Patek Philippe watches, eight sets of handmade suits, and fifty luxury neckties.
“Emma, I don't want any gifts anymore. Can you come and accompany me on this anniversary?”
When she nodded in agreement, I was as happy as a child.
However, she broke her promise that night.
The next day, I saw an Aston Martin key in the gift box she left behind.
The phone prompted the sound, and Oliver sent me a photo - a pregnancy test stick, which showed one month pregnant.
At that moment, I realized it was time to leave her.

Gifts Can't Buy Love, A Tale of Betrayal and Awakening

I responded without hesitation, "Our relationship is over. If you're expecting Oliver's baby, you should be with him openly."


"Slap—" Emma struck me across the face before I could finish speaking.


The impact was so strong that it jerked my head to the side.


When I looked back at her, I saw fury blazing in her reddened eyes.


"Noah! You've crossed a line!" she shouted.


I tasted copper in my mouth, probably from the blow.


I wanted to question why she thought I was being unfair. Each present she'd given me represented another instance of her unfaithfulness—had I wrongly accused her?


But I couldn't bring myself to speak. I was too exhausted to dispute with her. After all, we were no longer together. Why make things unpleasant?


"If there's nothing else, you should leave," I said evenly. "We've already split up, so what's the point of staying here?"


Chapter 7