Chapter 3

I sluggishly entered the password for our apartment—it was Liam’s and my anniversary.

The blinding glow of first love always makes you lose your mind.

Seven years ago, I finally managed to get into college on my own merit.

I fell for Liam, the freshman representative, at first sight. He exuded an elegant, gentle, and friendly aura. Standing tall at six feet, he commanded everyone’s attention the moment he walked in.

A deep-seated insecurity that had clung to me like a shadow since childhood made me hide that affection deep inside.

So when Liam confessed his feelings to me, I felt as if my suffering had finally ended, as if the gods had blessed me.

From that moment on, I became Liam’s shadow.

I transferred to his major, joined the same company as him, worked in the same department, and collaborated on projects.

I opened the apartment door. Every corner showed traces of my careful decorating.

Even though this was a complimentary apartment from the company for Liam and me, I treated it like our own little home.

Last month, I met Liam’s mother. She had quite a few complaints about my background.

When I returned from the restroom, I overheard her telling Liam outside the private room:

“Those who bring bad luck aren’t welcome in a blessed home.”

My heart sank.

To marry Liam, I told him I didn’t need a dowry or any expensive wedding jewelry.

Liam seemed a little guilty and bought me a gold ring, weighing only about two grams. By the time it reached my hand, it was already slightly bent out of shape, almost as if it had been worn by someone else.

“I told them it wasn’t Serena’s size, but she insisted she’d never worn a gold ring and wanted to try it on.”

“It’s fine, it’s not that noticeable once it’s on.”

I let him slide the ring onto my ring finger. It was a little loose.

My heart, at that moment, felt loose too.

“Once I save enough money for the down payment, I’ll get you the proper wedding jewelry.”

I forgave him again.

A few days later, I saw a post Serena put on Ins—

A selfie, and a photo of a necklace.

*“My gold addiction kicked in. Liam said he wanted to get me some. That ring was too light, so I said no! So happy with this new necklace~”*

The more I remembered, the more my heart ached.

Thank goodness I finally woke up before the wedding.

I’m so tired.

I don’t want to love you anymore, Liam.

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