However, he took my whole-hearted dedication for granted, while I felt like I never entered his heart.
Until three years ago, when Sophie reappeared in his life, my nightmare began.
He started not coming home at night, getting dead drunk, and rushing to her call.
I had argued and fought with him.
He always stabbed me again when I was most broken, with Sophie.
"She needs me."
"She's having a hard time, only I can help her."
"She's sick, I can't ignore her."
"She's heartbroken, I have to accompany her."
"She's in love again... let me celebrate with her."
We had both collapsed in our hearts over and over again.
I can't even remember how many times we fought because of her.
Afterwards, he would patiently say a few conciliatory words.
I would seize the opportunity to retreat, it would be best to go with the flow.
If I didn't know my place and continued to throw a tantrum, what awaited me would be an endless cold war.
It was the worst time yet when I scolded Sophie for having ulterior motives towards him, for not knowing her place, and for trying to seduce him despite having a boyfriend.