After the Eight Years of Love I Gave Up novel Chapter 82

Love Story - Chapter 7

The next day, Nico told me he had to go on a three-day business trip. I watched him leave with a blank expression.

I actually knew where he was going, so when I saw him making a show of pulling a suitcase, I found it particularly ironic.

For the next two days, I shut myself in at home, not going anywhere.

Not eating or drinking, I completely lost the ability to function.

My emotions fluctuated wildly, sometimes cursing loudly, sometimes breaking down in tears.

At times I felt despondent, thinking my life was over, having wasted ten years on a scumbag.

Other times I felt lucky to have seen through a person before marriage, which was better than getting divorced later.

I was like a beast hiding in a dark cave, licking its wounds alone, forcing myself to accept reality.

Nico and I met in college.

Back then, many guys pursued me, and he was one of them.

But unlike those guys who sang love songs under my dorm window every day or waited for me with roses, he wasn't good with words and preferred to express himself through actions.

He knew I loved to sleep in, so he quietly brought me breakfast for a year, rain or shine.

To have more chances to talk to me, he would go to the library early and occupy a seat near where I usually sat.

He would also go around asking about my preferences, eating only instant noodles for a month to save money, then queue up all night to buy me a concert ticket.