Chapter 7

It was when I got on the high-speed train to the neighboring city that I suddenly saw the date on the calendar and remembered.

Yesterday was my birthday.

It had already passed.

I hadn't remembered, and neither had Ethan Parker.

Before I turned thirty-five, for every one of my birthdays,

Ethan Parker would thoughtfully prepare gifts for me.

From small things like a pen or a bouquet of flowers, to big things like a diamond ring or a wedding dress.

At thirty-six, everything was gone.

All that was left was the "elderly odor" that people found disgusting all over me.

I smiled self-mockingly, suddenly realizing that when I thought of those three words again, I no longer felt so breathless with pain.

This is probably the advantage of dating an older woman.

All emotions are processed internally.

But, you won't get away with taking advantage of me.

Love is just a game, I can play it, and I can lose it.

"I've been so busy lately, I really forgot..."

When Ethan Parker stepped forward urgently, trying to explain, I gently waved away his hand.

I said in a contemptuous tone:

"Ethan Parker, you've saved quite a bit of money using my VIP membership to book hotels over a dozen times, haven't you?"

"After the divorce, remember to transfer that money back to my card."