Chapter 2

Less than an hour after the breakup.

A friend sent me a video of him announcing his new relationship.

My hand involuntarily tightened around the phone.

So.

It was her.

That new intern at the company.

Vivian, who used to follow me around every day, sweetly calling me "Aria."

"Aria, I don't understand this report, can you teach me?"

"Aria, don't worry about your business trip, I'll take care of your cat at home!"

"Oh Aria, just go ahead, isn't your boyfriend just in the hospital for a few days with food poisoning? He's not that delicate, I can bring him meals, right?"

...

I looked at the cold food in front of me, with a thick layer of oil on the surface.

A wave of nausea surged up.

I rushed to the bathroom and threw up violently.

Disgusting.

How disgusting.