I just came back from a business trip and was excited to surprise my girlfriend. When I came to her door, I heard her moans coming from inside.
My heart seemed to stop beating, and I subconsciously wanted to escape this horrible fact. But I couldn't control myself, and I approached the door step by step, and the scene I saw through the crack of the door made me shocked and angry, and more despair.
My girlfriend was kissing my good brother, naked, and the messy clothes on the bed indicated that they had just gone crazy. I couldn't help but break down the door, and when I saw me, my girlfriend just smiled contemptuously, as if I was a ridiculous adulterer.
I yelled at my brother and asked him why he had betrayed me. But he just kept saying sorry, but he couldn't explain it clearly. I understood that they had not known how long they had been ambiguous, and that the few short days I had traveled on a business trip were just a last excuse.
I fell to my knees weakly, clutching my hair in pain, trying to find some solace in the physical pain. My girlfriend walked up to me and looked at me coldly, there was no remorse in her eyes, only satisfaction after being carried away by passion.
She said that there was no love between us, and she needed stronger young men to satisfy her. With me, she felt extremely empty and bored, and I was a failure, not worthy of her wasting time.
I closed my eyes and let the tears flow. I knew that this woman had never really loved me. But I have fallen so deeply into this empty relationship that I can't extricate myself.
After my girlfriend and brother left, I sat alone at her house, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar environment. We have been here to hug, kiss, make love, and share beautiful visions for the future. Now that I think about it, it's just a drama of my wishful thinking. The end of this relationship is destined to be my crying and gloom alone.
I stayed at my girlfriend's house for a long time, until it was dark, long enough for her and her brother to return again. Seeing that I was still sitting in place, there was finally a hint of surprise in my girlfriend's eyes, she originally thought that I would leave directly, but she didn't expect me to be so persistent.
Seeing this, the brother exited the room in embarrassment, leaving the two of us to face off. My girlfriend asked me what else I wanted, that the relationship between us was over, and that I still wouldn't leave because I wanted her.
I asked her if our three-year relationship was so worthless. Have you never loved me in your heart? She said coldly that feelings will disappear, and love is not eternal. She loved me, but the feelings had changed, and she couldn't force herself to stay in a relationship she didn't love.
I asked if I was too sexual, too gentle, to satisfy you, so you would move to find another man. Not exactly, she said, she needed stimulation and desire, and I couldn't give her the life she wanted. I cared too much about her feelings than about her actions, and over time, she got bored.
I asked, then why not just break up with me, but cheating on me behind my back and with my good brother. She said that she did not feel that she was at fault, that the relationship between us was broken, that cheating was just her way of pursuing her own desires and pleasures, and that it was just a coincidence as to who she was with.
I was utterly desperate. It turned out that in her eyes, I was an object that could be used and hurt at will. For three years, my tolerance and dedication to her have only been exchanged for merciless betrayal and humiliation.
I finally left her house. There was nothing in my heart, so that I couldn't shed any more tears. I understand that some people are born to hurt, and I, a cowardly victim, deserve to be at the mercy of others.
Later, I tried to adjust myself and start a new life. My brother also came to apologize to me, and I forgave him, after all, our friendship has gone through the years and should not be completely shattered by a momentary event. It's just that in the days since, I learned to keep my distance and never give my heart easily. Love, for me, leaves permanent scars and illusions of emptiness. I will completely close the door of my heart and never open it again for anyone.