Then, I heard her speak softly and weakly, "Gerard, don't make things difficult for her. She was just a little jealous of me winning the dance competition and wanted to pour me Coke. But you know, I'm a dancer and this kind of drink is high in sugar ...."
Before she could finish her words, Gerard was furious.
"Nichole, why are you so disrespectful? Even if you lose your ability to dance, you should not prevent others from achieving success, right?"
I felt sad and asked, "She was talking about my foot injury. If it wasn't for her back then ...."
"That's enough!"
He slammed the table and roared.
"Please don't bring up the past, Nichole. You're just jealous."
"Someone, feed my wife ten bottles of coke and finish them all until there's not a drop left."
The bodyguards surrounded me and the sticky coke was spilled everywhere.
Gerard forgot that I never drank sugary drinks, let alone high sugar drinks like cola at home.
It was Sarah who bought them.
He would only trust her unconditionally and I was the one who was abandoned.
The three-year relationship began with the deception of lies and ended with the accumulation of disappointment.
It was not until dusk that Gerard hurried back.