I Broke up with My Boyfriend Before I Died

I chased after Jake Burton for eight years, only to break up with him when I saw he had saved his ex-girlfriend's contact as "Baby." Her name was Janet Flynn.

"Just because I forgot to change the contact name?"

I stared at Jake's mocking smile and nodded.

His friends said I was narrow-minded and overreacted, but I just kept my gaze on Jake without saying a word.

Jake's dark eyes seemed to be covered with frost. After a moment, he simply sneered, "Fine. Let's break up. Just don't come back to me and cry to plead with me to get back together."

Everyone in the room erupted in laughter.

I pushed open the door, clutched the pathology report in my coat pocket, and walked into the night.

I had wanted to weave a beautiful dream for the last moments of my life.

But I shouldn't force love. It was even more bitter than the medicine I took.

So I decided to end the relationship between Jake and me.

1.

"Jake, why don't you call Janet and tell her you miss her?"

At Jake's company celebration party, a young employee called his ex-girlfriend and wanted to get back together with her after he was emboldened by alcohol.

Mack shouted for Jake to call Janet at that moment. He seemed to have drunk a lot as well.

Jake opened his slightly drunken eyes and laughed and let them get lost.

It didn't have much impact. The crowd egged him on even more. One daring person teased, "Make the call and say we all miss your girlfriend."

The other company employees looked at me, puzzled.

Jake's girlfriend was publicly me now, so who was the girlfriend they were talking about?

They were confused but hesitant to ask. I raised my glass, took a big gulp, and swallowed the bitter liquid down my throat.

I had a crush on Jake for six years, dated him for two, but I still couldn't get his friends' recognition.

Mack glanced at me with bad intentions and said, "I dare not call Janet because someone is here, Jake?"

Jake chuckled and said, "What dare I not do?"

He took out his phone, dialed the number saved under "Baby."

Mack jeered again. "Oh, it's still Baby. Jake, you're quite shameless!"

Seeing the contact name, I was a little sad.

I had dated Jake for two years, but he always saved my number as the cold and distant name, Jenna Reed.

I thought he wasn't the type for romantic surprises.

Now he seemed only be tender to another woman.

The room fell into a silence, leaving only the anxious beeping of the phone, echoing with a suspenseful pause.

Watching Jake's tense expression and slightly curved lips, I suddenly lost my interest.

The call was answered as expected. The voice on the other end was sweet and playful with a slight anger. "It's early morning here. Why are you calling me? I was still sleeping."

Jake's voice was hoarse, "Who are you sleeping with?"

"Why do you care? Who are you to me, anyway?"

Jake tossed the phone onto the table, lit a cigarette, and let others see the contact name and hear the voice.

Indeed, Jake had never hidden his affection.

The smoke from his lips drifted slowly upwards, and his voice was soaked in alcohol. He said with a smile, "It's the concern from your ex-boyfriend."

Mack shouted into the phone with a mischievous tone, "Janet, Jake misses you, hahh!"

"Hmph, then keep missing me. Bye."

Even after the call ended, Jake's friends continued to tease him.

I downed another glass of liquor, and the burning feeling reached my stomach. White liquor was bitter, but not as bitter as a forced relationship.

I stood up and said, "Jake, let's break up."

The once lively room fell silent as the grave, and three seconds later, it exploded into chaos.

Almost everyone was criticizing me.

"Jenna, don't be so narrow-minded. It was just a phone call. Why do you overreact like this?"

"Don't embarrass yourself. Jake doesn't like women who causes trouble. You've been chasing him for years. Don't provoke him."

Mack laughed mockingly. "You are just a stand-in. Are you thinking you could turn the tables?"

I kept my gaze fixed on Jake without speaking. Jake looked at me for a short moment, but I didn't change my mind. His dark eyes were filled with frost briefly. But he just sneered, "Fine. Let's break up. Just don't come back to me and cry to ask to get back together."

The room erupted in laughter.

"Jake, you are so confident, huh?"

Jake swirled his glass and said coldly, "She can't go through without me."

The crowd egged him on even more. I clutched the diagnosis report inside my pocket and walked into the night.

Fate had taught me how to live alone after my parents passed away.

Now, fate would use my death to show Jake that I could go through without him.