The two of them enjoyed a romantic dinner in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, feeding each other tenderly, their affection evident.
Watching them from the side, my heart filled with jealousy, a mix of bitterness and pain.
Three thousand dollars—this was almost half of my monthly salary, and Janet spent it so effortlessly.
Meanwhile, on the rare occasion when I spent a bit over twenty dollars on braised chicken rice, she would mock me sarcastically when I got home.
"Oh, where did Patrick go to indulge himself again?"
"Are you making a fortune now, or have you struck it rich? You're eating out—do you have that much money to throw around?"
"Are we even trying to live? Patrick, if you don't want to be with me, just say it!"
Remembering the past, all I could do was smile bitterly.
It turned out Janet wasn't stingy or mean; she just couldn't stand to see me living well.
Of course, for someone like me who committed such a grave mistake, I deserved to spend a lifetime atoning for it.
"Janet, do you think Patrick managed to retrieve that fake ring? With the way he looked so poor, there's no way he could afford a real diamond ring, right?"