I Ignored His Regret After Our BreakupChapter 1
On May 1st, the day of my surgery, Ethan Brooks had promised to be there for me. But out of the blue, he told me he had to attend his grandfather's funeral.
Yet, after the operation, I saw a photo in our school group chat. It was him, hugging a younger girl from our school, with the caption.
[Happiness is having someone who's always there when you're sick or down.]
Everyone thought I'd lose my temper.
Even his mom tried to console me. "Ethan lied because he didn't want you to worry. He and Lily are just childhood friends. There's nothing going on."
I just smiled. They might as well get married and stop wasting each other's time.
Fifteen days later, I was in a wheelchair, wrapping up my discharge paperwork, when Ethan finally showed up.
He handed me a bouquet of red roses and said, "I'm sorry."
"Here we go again," I thought.
A bunch of red roses and an apology were Ethan's classic moves.
I loved Ethan.
I feared losing him, so I always played along.
But this time, I didn't take the flowers.