Lila Rosewisp

Thirty-year-old birthday, when I proactively proposed to my boyfriend. His "White Moonlight" called: "Come to the company immediately; I must see you within half an hour." Watching Adam Grant, who was ready to leave, I issued a harsh warning: "If you dare to walk out that door, I will make sure you regret it." But he replied with a righteous tone: "Don't be unreasonable, isn't all my hard work for us?" Watching him hurriedly leave, my heart completely sank. He wouldn't have imagined that leaving me alone at the scene of the proposal, while dealing with work, would be a total loss of face for me. I completely gave up on him, turned around to become a world-class designer, and embraced a young man with abs. He regretted it to the point of madness, but the woman who wholeheartedly loved him no longer belonged to him.

At the Proposal Scene, Adam Grant Left Me to Find His White Moonlight

The next day, Secretary Miller sent me a message.


"Director Grant says you've been in a bad mood lately, and asked me to arrange a trip for you. Is there anywhere Ms. Weller would like to go?"


I mechanically lifted my finger and sent a message: "No need."


When Adam Grant is at work, the villa feels somewhat empty and lonely.


He is successful in his career now, and increasingly busy. To align with his schedule, I haven't had a proper job since graduating.


Fortunately, I still have one or two college friends in this city.


I arranged to have afternoon tea with Molly, a friend I used to be close with.


Molly, around the same age as me, sat across from me and complained:


"It's hard work putting my kid to sleep. I can only steal some time to relax. You should enjoy the time you have without kids."


I lowered my head and stirred the bitter coffee in front of me with a spoon, the steam fogging up, concealing the loneliness in my eyes.


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