Chapter 4

Thanks to her always talking about breaking up, I've been given years of immunity shots.

I originally thought Lyanna would readily agree to the breakup, but I didn't expect her to choose avoidance instead.

Thinking about it, this is actually very much in character for her.

On one hand, she can't let go of her first love, and on the other, she's stringing me along, unwilling to let me go.

It doesn't matter anymore, since things have been made clear.

So it's time for me to leave now.

I went back to the bedroom and quickly packed my bags.

When I left, I only left behind a key I had used for seven years.

As if returning all seven years of memories back to her.

After that, I quickly found an apartment online and moved in.

Once everything was settled, I deleted all of Lyanna's contact information.

In my view, once we've broken up, we should never cross paths again.

I focused my mind and concentrated on work at the company every day.

Due to the transfer, I needed to quickly wrap up the remaining work on my hands to facilitate the handover later.

During this time, Lyanna sent me messages using other people's phones.

It was either asking me to come back quickly to cook for her, or accusing me of being petty.

I didn't even look at them, blocking every number.Late one night, I received a call from an unfamiliar number.

Unexpectedly, Lyanna's voice came through, slurred with drunkenness:

"Damien, I heard you canceled the wedding. Is that true?"

I frowned, not wanting to listen to her drunken ramblings, and prepared to hang up.

But soon her voice became tearful:

"We were together for seven years, a full seven years. How could you do this to me?"

"Even if I really did something wrong, couldn't you at least give me one chance to make it up to you?"

She cried as she spoke, but I no longer felt the tenderness I once had for her, only annoyance.

I said emotionlessly, "Stop crying, it's fine, I..."

Suddenly, the other end of the line erupted in mocking laughter, full of malice.

Someone even shouted loudly:

"What a simp!"

Even Lyanna giggled softly along with them.

The group seemed to be treating me like a clown, laughing at my expense.

I immediately understood what was going on, anger rising in my chest, my voice turning ice-cold:

"Lyanna, I'll say this one more time."

"We're broken up. Don't bother me again!"

At that moment, I was suddenly incredibly grateful that I no longer loved her.Otherwise, having one's sincere feelings trampled on and mocked would be truly heartbreaking.

Lyanna, as if she'd been slapped in the face, couldn't quite save face anymore and sharply questioned me:

"Damien, are you sure you want to break up with me?"

I didn't answer her, just hung up the phone.

There was nothing left to say between us, it would've been a pure waste of time.

A few days later, however, Lyanna showed up at my door.