After the breakup, I changed the door lock password.  
I wrapped Bruce’s belongings in an old blanket and threw them out the door.  
He knocked on the door for a long time, but I ignored him.  
The next morning, the pile of luggage at the door was gone.
My best friend heard that Bruce and I had ended our seven-year relationship and sighed.
Upon hearing that he had cheated on me, she immediately turned angry and joined me on a call to vent about the scumbag.
“How are you going to explain this to your parents?”
Though we weren’t engaged, both sets of parents had already met and naturally assumed we’d get married.
“I’ll tell them the truth later.”  
My best friend fell silent for a moment and said, “Alright.”  
She was worried I couldn’t move on from the seven-year relationship, so she dragged me into starting a business together—opening a studio where I’d do makeup and she’d take photos an

I didn't take Bruce's drunken words seriously that night. He thought a couple of casual words about realizing his mistake would make him put the matter of infidelity behind them ?
There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
Seven years was indeed a long time.
Many of my first-time experiences in life were with him by my side .  
I remembered one time we impulsively set off at midnight to climb a mountain and watched the sunrise. In the end, I couldn’t keep going and had a hypoglycemic episode, but he gritted his teeth and carried me to the summit.  
He gave up a job in another city to stay here.  
I felt it was a pity, but he didn’t care: “No matter how good it is there, it’s pointless without you.”  
Those eyes filled with love clearly reflected my face.
We loved each other, but he still cheated on me.  
Some friends spoke up for him, urging me to give him another chance.  
“Ho

I went to the hospital where Bruce worked.  
I had been there many times before, bringing him and his colleagues food and drinks, and had developed good relationships with the nurses in his clinic.  
“Rose, Dr. Bruce is in his private restroom.”  
I set down the drinks, my lips curving into a smile: “These are for you all. Drink them when you’re done.”  
My hands were full of bags, leaving me almost no room to move.
The nurses joked that Bruce was in for a treat, and enthusiastically took half of the items from my hands, offering to take me there.  
I didn't refuse, smiling gently.  
Bruce's private restroom was locked, so I took out the spare key he had left at home, inserted it into the lock, and turned it gently. With a crisp click, the door slowly opened.  
I silently took out my phone and aimed it at the sensual scene on the bed.
The nurse’s bag suddenly fell to the ground, making a sound neither too loud nor too soft.  
The two naked people on the bed turned around unexpectedly.  
They saw the open door and me at the entrance, too shocked to speak.  
Sarah instinctively let out a cry, and Bruce frantically pulled the blanket over them, fumbling for clothes on the bed to put on while urgently scolding the nurse with a anxious expression.
He truly cared for Sarah.  
Caught in the act by his official girlfriend, his first reaction wasn't to make excuses but to protect his mistress.  
That's great.  
“Bruce, do you have any shame? Cheating with your own patient? Where's your medical ethics?”  
I stepped back into the hallway and raised my voice to mock him.  
“Rose, stop it!”
Bruce glared at me warningly, carefully putting a new mask on Sarah and shielding her behind him, as if I were some kind of monster.  
“You have the nerve to do something like this, yet you’re afraid to show your face?” I sneered.  
Sarah wrapped her arm around his, her almond-shaped eyes showing no sign of guilt.  
“Dr. Bruce likes me, and I like him. What’s wrong with us being together?”
“In a relationship, the one who isn't loved is the mistress.”  
Her voice rose several octaves.  
Her way of thinking was beyond my comprehension as a normal person.  
“Please get this straight: Bruce and I haven't broken up. No matter how much you like him, you're still meddling.”  
“If your relationship had no issues, would I have the chance to meddle? You couldn't keep Doctor Bruce's heart, so he doesn't love you anymore. Be sensible and let go!”
Sarah glared at me, as if I were the shameless mistress.  
When someone is utterly speechless, they really do laugh out loud.  
I snorted, and Bruce shielded my view like a protective parent.
“This is between us. Don't vent your anger on her.”  
He looked at me solemnly, then glanced at the nurse and patient who had come over upon hearing the commotion. He tried to close the restroom door.  
I stepped in front of it, a mocking smile curving my lips. “What’s there to explain? Do you think I’m blind? My phone still has photos of you two getting intimate. What, you’re going to deny it now that you’ve pulled up your pants?”
“I told you it’s not what you think. We lost control that we couldn’t hold back our emitons.” Bruce’s expression grew dark, his brows furrowed.  
Two sharp slaps echoed through the room.  
I met his shocked gaze and spoke slowly, “After we break up, don’t slander my reputation. Otherwise, don’t blame me for sending those photos to your so-called friends to admire.”


After the breakup, I changed the door lock password.  
I wrapped Bruce’s belongings in an old blanket and threw them out the door.  
He knocked on the door for a long time, but I ignored him.  
The next morning, the pile of luggage at the door was gone.
My best friend heard that Bruce and I had ended our seven-year relationship and sighed.
Upon hearing that he had cheated on me, she immediately turned angry and joined me on a call to vent about the scumbag.
“How are you going to explain this to your parents?”
Though we weren’t engaged, both sets of parents had already met and naturally assumed we’d get married.
“I’ll tell them the truth later.”  
My best friend fell silent for a moment and said, “Alright.”  
She was worried I couldn’t move on from the seven-year relationship, so she dragged me into starting a business together—opening a studio where I’d do makeup and she’d take photos and edit them.  
The studio was set up at her place, and since we didn’t have much startup capital, I 

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