Chapter 3

I shut Tyler out of the bedroom. He wouldn't be coming in tonight.

I started packing my things. I didn't have much actually, as most of it had already been moved to our new house.

It was just one small suitcase. After packing, I opened the door and went out.

Tyler had just come out of the bathroom, his body exuding moisture, wearing thin pajamas that showed off his tall figure. His eyes fell on the suitcase in my hand.

"Where are you going? It's still raining outside, you..."

I seemed to detect a hint of concern in his words. This must be an illusion.

How could someone who knew how severe my period was, yet still asked me to pick him up in the pouring rain, possibly love me?

"Hmm, I called a car. I'm going to the new house tonight. Think carefully about what I said tonight. See you tomorrow."

I closed the door and left. The car had just about arrived. Our current place was only about 15 minutes from the new house.

On the way, I recalled everything between Tyler and me from the beginning until now.

We went to the same school, including Ariana.

Tyler and I were in the same club. I often heard Ariana's name from others' mouths.

She was the most graceful dancer, a perfect match for the school heartthrob Tyler. They were the golden couple at school.

I carefully hid my feelings for Tyler in my heart, never overstepping. I always thought my secret crush would fade away quietly.

But unexpectedly, when we were about to graduate, Ariana decided to go abroad. Tyler begged her to stay, but couldn't change Ariana's mind about leaving.

They broke up.

During that time, Tyler was devastated and became increasingly dejected, as if he had lost the whole world. He drank heavily every day, finally making himself so sick he was hospitalized with a stomach bleed.

I liked him and couldn't bear to see him like that, so I made porridge and went to visit him in the hospital. Tyler actually drank the porridge I brought him.

He allowed me to visit him often and make porridge for him.

We gradually became closer. When he was discharged, he held my hand and asked if I liked him.

I admitted it frankly, since Tyler was single at that time.

We naturally got together. We were together for three years. Tyler was a gentle and caring person who treated me well.

He remembered my period and would make brown sugar water for me. He would hold me in his arms and gently rub my stomach.

On my birthday, he would prepare surprises. When he proposed, there were fireworks in the sky.

But in the end, I couldn't compare to his dream girl. As beautiful as everything was before, looking back now it just seems laughable.

Now I can't even remember why I liked him in the first place.

"Miss, why are you crying?"

The car stopped and the driver called out to me.

I came back to my senses, wiped the tears from my face, then took my luggage and got out of the car.