I've sworn to Jack that I'd give him what he wants, yet you still assist him like this.
Night was falling once again, and Emily had already moved out all her belongings.
Five years of love flashed before my eyes like scenes from a movie.
In the past, she always loved to nestle in my arms, letting me hold her close.
She would whisper softly, "Alex, do you love me?"
Remembering these moments was like a knife twisting in my heart.
I sent her a message: "Emily, won't you regret this?"
There was no response.
She's probably with Jack now, after all, they've been together for six months.
At Monday's company meeting, I handed the new project proposal to the manager, explaining the changes I'd made.
I was absolutely certain the company would win.
Because the copy Emily took contained false data, cleverly disguised data that Jack would Emilyr detect.
For these six months, my patience and silence made him think I was just a pushover.