Chapter 2

I got back into the car and tried hard to calm myself down.

My phone rang again.

It was an unknown number, sending me a photo.

I opened it, and it was the scene of Mia and Eric feeding each other wine just now.

The owner of the number sent me another extremely provocative message.

[So what if you’re about to get married?]

[A first love is way more powerful than you. I just have to curl my finger and she’ll come over obediently.]

Before I could reply,

another message came through with a social media account.

I opened my phone. It was Mia’s private Instagram account.

The name was—Mia and Eric’s Little Love Journal.

I let out a sneer. A little love journal.

Then what was I?

I clicked in and looked.

The account had been created in high school, so by the timeline, it should have been right when they first started dating.

Then it stopped updating for a long time, probably around the time they broke up.

But starting last year, Mia began updating it very frequently.

Every post was about Mia and Eric’s daily love life.

She and Eric went to dessert shops to check in, and the two of them fed each other cake affectionately.

Mia had told me many times that she was away on business trips. It turned out she had been traveling with Eric.

She prepared gifts for Eric for every holiday, big or small.

I caught sight of a scarf in one of the photos.

[I knitted this scarf for Eric. I ruined several before I finally got this perfect one.]

Eric commented below it,

[The scarf is so warm, just like having you by my side.]

I had also received a scarf before, but the workmanship was much worse than Eric’s.

I had always thought Mia knitted it herself, so I treasured it very carefully.

Looking at it now, mine was probably just a failed trial piece.

Ding dong—

Mia posted a new update.

It was two photos.

One showed her kissing Eric at the top of the Ferris wheel.

The other was the photo Eric had sent me earlier, with their matching couple rings looking especially blinding in my eyes.

Caption:

[You said kissing at the top of the Ferris wheel means being together forever, so why do I still have to separate from you?]

A notification suddenly popped up on my phone.

Ding dong—

[Today is the fourth anniversary of being with Mia!]

I stared at that notification, stunned.

I opened the app, and the page showed that today was the fourth year of being with Mia.

The background was a photo of me kissing Mia.

Right now, looking at this photo made me feel sick.

This app was something Mia had downloaded for me.

She said it was so I could remember how many days we had been together.

I rarely downloaded random apps on my phone, but that day I let Mia install it for me.

She even changed the background to a photo of us together.

I pressed and held, then deleted it.

The number vanished instantly.

This relationship should come to an end.