Goodbye to the Past, Hello to Love

During a game of truth or dare, my boyfriend, Ryan Patel, chose to kiss his childhood friend, Michelle Woods, for three minutes to save her from a penalty.

When I found out, I was furious.

I called him in tears, confronting him about the unbearable intimacy between them.

He remained silent for a long time before speaking coldly, "Are you done crying?"

Then, he drove Michelle home.

I crouched in the rain, watching couples huddle under umbrellas, and from that moment on, I never contacted Ryan again.

Three months later, at an auction, I bought a men's wristwatch.

When Ryan heard about it, he chuckled.

"Forget it. In three days, I'll go and coax her back myself. She just needs a way out."

His friends all sent me messages, congratulating me on how well I had him wrapped around my finger.

I didn’t reply to any of them.

I simply posted a picture in my feed—my newly issued marriage certificate.

The day Ryan shared a passionate kiss with his childhood sweetheart was on my birthday.

He promised to take me to the estate that night to watch the fireworks.

I dressed up carefully, wearing a red short dress despite the early autumn chill.

As I stood downstairs, shivering slightly, Ryan finally arrived.

A sleek black Maybach pulled up discreetly at the entrance.

Avoiding my mom’s teasing gaze behind me, I quickly slipped into the car.

As soon as I got in, I placed my hands inside Ryan’s coat pockets.

Perhaps finding it inappropriate, he glanced at the driver with a slight frown and pulled my hands out.

The car was already heading toward the airport.

Midway, Ryan’s phone rang. I saw Michelle Wood’s name on the screen and felt annoyed, refusing to let him answer.

Ever since she returned, every time Ryan and I were alone, she would find a way to insert herself. The three of us together always felt incredibly awkward.

But Ryan never seemed to mind.

In fact, when I complained, he even accused me of being too spoiled, saying I couldn't even tolerate his childhood friend.

And this time was no different.

Ryan pulled his wrist from my grasp and answered the call.

On the other end, Michelle’s voice came through, trembling with sobs.

"Ryan, I’m at the Champs Club…"

Seeing Ryan’s expression, I felt a deep chill spread through me.

Her voice was broken and uneven, but I understood everything.

Michelle lost a game of Truth or Dare with the others and had to kiss a man for three minutes.

Otherwise, she would face a punishment.

She didn’t say what the punishment was, only kept repeating that she didn’t want to be punished.

Ryan agreed without hesitation.

"I’ll be right there."

After saying that, he glanced down and told the driver to take me home before heading to the Champs Club.

Of course, I refused.

"If you go, are you planning to kiss her then?"

I looked at him, my voice cold.

"Ryan, I don’t