Our Unwritten Love

The day Henry decided to marry my best friend, I turned into a joke in everyone’s eyes.

He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes bewitchingly.

“If you admit your fault, I can overlook your mistakes and start over again with you.”

I obeyed and uttered the words, “I was wrong.”

And yet, with mocking eyes, he sneered, “I can’t believe you’re this cheap, Julia.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the room erupted with laughter.

"I wasn't aware Ms. Sachs was the type to admit her mistakes. Henry was head over heels for you back then, but you still slept with his best friend. You didn't think you were wrong back then, did you?"

"Are you sure you aren't just going back to Henry because he's rich now? I can't believe you're that cheap!"

A chill ran down my spine at that moment.

Under the flickering lights, I looked at Henry directly. I could see the sarcasm and mockery on his face.

I lowered my gaze and smiled bitterly. "Yes, I'm that cheap. Are you satisfied now, Henry?"

Henry stared at me coldly.

Nina walked over in an attempt to break the tension.

She tugged Henry's sleeve and urged softly, "That's enough, Henry. Stop making things difficult for Julia."

Henry took her hand and squeezed it gently.

He turned to me and said, "We've run out of rubbers and lube at home, go buy me a couple of boxes. While you're at it, fill the tub with hot water. Nina wants to take a hot bath when she reaches home."

Just as he was about to leave, he remembered something.

"Oh, and you're not allowed to sleep before we come back. Await your orders like a good little housekeeper," he said coldly.

It sounded like a warning.

I left the room and strolled down the street in a daze.

Our memories from the past flooded my mind.

Henry and I had been in love for three years. He had promised to marry me after graduating from university. However, before graduation, I broke up with him for his best friend, who came from a wealthy family.

It was raining heavily that day. Henry stood in the rain in front of our mansion, begging to see me.

He pleaded for me not to give up on him and promised he would work hard to give me the lifestyle that I wanted.

Like a loyal puppy, he had waited outside patiently for a long time.

However, I did not give in. With an indifferent tone, I had told him that I was just playing with him.

I watched as the color drained from his face, and he started to tremble before the security guard shoved him onto the road.

That night, Henry got a high fever and almost lost his life.

Even in his last moments, he called me repeatedly, begging to see me one last time.

I hung up every time he called, and at one point, I blocked his