Independence Is a Good Look On Her

We've dated for six years, but my boyfriend had treated me as nothing.

Just when I was about to propose to him on the birthday party, I saw he pulling a young woman onto his lap and kissing her tenderly.

"She's a good woman, and let’s break up."

“Okay.” I nod numbly.

But on the day I decided to let him go, he cried and begged me to love him again.

Everyone knew that I was crazy in love with Hansel.

My entire life revolved around him and I would've preferred it if I could be with him 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

Every time we said we broke up, I'd come crawling back to him, asking to get back together within three days or less.

So when Hansel brought his new girlfriend, Ingrid to our friend Calvin's party, everyone fell eerily silent for five whole seconds.

I stopped peeling the clementine in my hands. "Why's everyone so quiet? And why are you all looking at me?"

"Mimi…" Hansel didn't seem to care about anything as he guided Ingrid all the way to an empty spot on the couch with a hand around her waist.

"Happy birthday, Cal." He behaved blatantly, as though he wasn't doing anything wrong.

Today was Calvin's birthday, and I didn't want to ruin his party.

I stood up and headed to the door. “Excuse me, I need to go to toilet.”

As I was about to shut the door, I heard the people in the room start to talk. "Hans! Didn't we tell you that Miranda was still here? Why did you still bring her here?"

"It doesn't matter," Hansel said, finally removing his arm from Ingrid's waist. He then lit up a cigarette and started smoking.

There was a grin in his eyes as he puffed the cigarette smoke into the air, seeming like a playboy who loved fooling around with people just for the fun of it.

I ignored them, rushed to the restroom and couldn't help smiling pitifully at myself in the mirror.

"Hideous." I took a deep breath as I made my decision to ask him whether he would marry me or not.

However, when I saw what was going on inside the room, I tightened my grip on the door handle and stopped.

Hansel's lips were firmly pressed against Ingrid's lips, their saliva thoroughly wetting the thin piece of tissue that was preventing them from properly kissing.

Everyone around them was laughing hard.

"Oh, my god! Hans, you sure know how to rile things up!"

"They're actually kissing!"

"I mean, since everyone's so excited, you guys might as well just kiss!"

I felt my hand shaking. This was the man I'd loved for six years. Now, I felt like nothing but a laughingstock.

"Guys, tone it down," someone suddenly whispered, gesturing at the door. Everyone immediately looked toward the entrance.

"M-Mimi? You're back. Err, we're all just fooling around, you see. Don't mind—"

"Miranda." Hansel interrupted the