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Before the call could connect, he strode forward, snatched the phone from me, and hung up.
Frank seemed to realize his actions were too intense. He took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and spoke softly. “We can handle this ourselves. There’s no need to bother the police.”
I disagreed, “I’m not your punching bag. Don’t think you can use me as a shield. I’m not as cowardly as you.”
“Eve, I just want to solve this problem. Can you not be so sharp with your words?”
“No. You insisted on coming to disturb me. What can I do about it?” I took the phone back expressionlessly and said, “Since you don’t want to call the police, then get lost. Don’t come looking for me to embarrass yourself.”
After saying that, I opened the door and walked in.
That night, Tracy stepped forward.
She updated her status, saying: [Let me introduce myself to you all. This is my boyfriend. Thank you for your attention.]
Frank commented under her post: [Thank you for your attention.]
After both parties had spoken out, netizens all thought they were a good match.
Someone brought me up and asked about my situation under that post.
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Tracy didn’t hold back. She said, “Evelyn and Frank are just very good friends, and there’s no other relationship between them. Please be rational.”
Frank didn’t refute, tacitly agreeing with her statement.
I watched all this, my heart calm and unstirred.
Lila, however, was furious, cursing: [They are so shameless. You and Frank were about to get married, how are you just good friends? This home–wrecker really has some tricks, replacing you and still trying to clear you and Frank’s relationship. And you’re just backing out like that?).
12:59 PM.
After the Misery, I Found My Smile
I wasn’t concerned. [So what should I do? Be a shrew and argue and make a scene with them? My life isn’t just
about him.]
I thought, “Disappointment doesn’t come all at once but accumulates bit by bit.
At first, I thought about arguing and making a scene with him.
But what would arguing and making a scene change?
He doesn’t love me, I don’t love him, that’s the truth.
Instead of torturing each other, it’s better for me to learn to let go.
And my life isn’t just about him.
Thanks to him, I realized how important it is to perfect oneself.”
When I first had the idea of getting married, I even thought about being a full–time housewife, taking care of the family at home.
Fortunately, that was just a fleeting thought. I didn’t actually do it.
I ignored the online comments, but the arrows still pointed at me.
Someone dug up a photo of Frank and me. We once went to a couple–exclusive restaurant together and took a photo there.
The photo also had the time it was taken, just a few months ago.
For a moment, netizens became restless again.
This time, I couldn’t avoid it.
My photo with Frank was exposed, and the netizens‘ arrows pointed at me.
They began to speculate who the third party was between Tracy and me.
Tracy wasn’t weak, either. She posted many photos of the two of them together.
Her poses in the photos were childish, but Frank was willing to cooperate.
He wore cartoon hairbands with her, laughed foolishly with her, and even watched the fireworks show in Aurora City with her.
All of which I knew nothing about.
At the same time, Rose warned me, saying this incident had caused negative effects, and told me to resolve it within three days or it would affect my promotion.
