I looked at Jack, standing in front of me three years later. It seemed like he hadn't changed at all. I turned away and left without saying a word.
As soon as I got home, I saw a friend request from him "I really have my reasons. Please forgive me.
"My mom made me do it back then. She thought you didn't have a stable job and weren't good enough for me.
"Now that you've got yourself sorted out, she definitely won't stand in our way. Can we start over?"
I couldn't help but frown. It seemed he had changed—he'd gotten bolder and more disgusting. How could he think I would still be hung up on him?
I immediately blocked him and had no intention of responding.
But clearly, I underestimated his audacity. The next morning, just as I arrived at work, I saw a huge bouquet of roses at the office entrance, with a yellow helmet peeking out from behind the flowers. "Is there a Ms. Roberts here?"
My colleagues, seeing the commotion, looked at me with curious eyes.
I had a bad feeling and quickly got up from my desk to approach the delivery guy. As I got closer, I noticed there was a card among the crowded flowers "Can I try to win you back?"
The nauseating words almost made me lose my breakfast.