I Only Look Ahead, Not Back

On the eve of our engagement ceremony, I noticed that Angelina Manning, my rich girlfriend, wasn't paying attention at all when we were shopping together.

I bought a hotdog from a nearby food truck and passed it to Angelina's lips. To my surprise, she tossed it to the ground furiously.

"Devon Fuller, my family wants a son-in-law who can carry himself with confidence and poise! Stop buying these cheap things! You'll just end up embarrassing me even more! How can my parents ever accept you if you keep doing things like this?"

Feeling rather awkward, I picked up the hotdog and threw it into a nearby trash can. Then, I nodded in response so that I could maintain our four-year relationship.

"Okay."

I thought that was the end of the outburst, but Angelina decided to get engaged to Jeffrey Terell the next day.

"Devon, Jeffrey committed suicide and got admitted into the hospital just so he could be with me. Once he's back to normal, I'll definitely return to you."

I still nodded and broke up with Angelina.

"Okay."

After that, I left.

Four years later, Angelina shows up at my residence with the diamond ring she had used to propose to me back then.

"Devon, Jeffrey has agreed to file for a divorce from me. We can finally be together again! I told you before that I can return to your side as soon as Jeffrey lets go of his obsession over me and stops hurting himself."

I frown at Angelina, who looks all loving and affectionate. At the same time, I mentally curse myself for picking this particular time to come home.

After all, I've decided to come back to my cottage just to grab something on a whim, only to bump into my delusional ex-girlfriend.

I just push her toward the door. "Excuse me. I don't want to be late picking up my kid from school."

Angelica trailed behind me and said, "I've already looked into it. No other woman has come to this cottage in the past four years, so where did the son of yours come from? I know you're angry, but I'll take you home right now.

"Even though your family is poor and only makes a living by raising chickens, I've already convinced my parents to accept you. They won't look down on you anymore."

I turned my head and frowned at her. "I told you my family has chicken farms all over the hills."

Angelica scoffed. "That still makes you a chicken farmer. Whatever you do, don't mention that in front of my parents. It's simply too unsophisticated."

Ugh, I might as well forget it. There was no reasoning with a city girl like her.

She had no idea how valuable those free-range, organic chickens roaming all over the hills were. My family had long since climbed out of poverty and made a fortune from them.

I quickened my pace. Otherwise, I'd be late picking up my son, Tommy Fuller, from school.