Chapter 3 Being Provoked By Destinee

I stared at the message that Liam had sent, not replying with a single word.

He said I should come back on my own?

Who did he think he was? King of the world?

Just as I was about to put my phone down, another friend request popped up.

The profile picture was of a gentle, smiling woman, and the name read Destinee.

I clicked to accept.

Without a single word, she sent me a photo.

In the photo, Liam was drunk on the sofa, his tie was askew, his usually meticulous hair was messy, and his brows were furrowed.

Destinee's caption followed. "See? He was so sad when he heard that I was getting married."

I almost laughed out loud.

Heartbroken? He clearly looked like he was suffering from alcohol poisoning, his eyelids swollen.

Before I could reply, a voice message came through.

The background was noisy, and I even heard the singer from that bar Liam hated, belting out some popular online song.

Then came Liam's slurred voice. "Destinee... don't marry him... I only love you..."

Finally, she sent me a photo that could be described as a bombshell.

Liam and she were lying on the same bed, the angle cleverly taken. Though they were still mostly clothed, his hand rested on her waist in a familiar pose, suggesting a story full of implication.

Destinee's final taunt arrived. "Even if I marry someone else, his heart will always be mine. Divya, you are a loser."

A loser?

I looked at this line of words and suddenly felt that I had been in love with a mentally ill person for the past seven years. This mentally ill person also had a mentally ill friend.

A woman on the verge of marriage, desperately seeking attention from me.

A self-righteous crybaby who thought he could tell me to come back on my own.

I slowly typed out a message, thought for a moment, and then attached a gift card. "No returns on used goods. Take this money and buy some brain food."

I sent her an insulting amount of money. After sending it, I quickly blocked her and deleted her.

After finishing, I opened Liam's chat window, and his "come back on your own" was still glaring at me, as if it were mocking me.

I blocked him too.

Finally, my world was quiet again.