When Love Becomes a Memory
Language: en
Ryan and I had been together for seven years. When I went to deliver some documents to him, I saw him holding his young sweetheart close, proudly saying: "The one you've nurtured yourself is always the sweetest." He was drinking the ginseng chicken soup I had prepared for him this morning. Amidst the envious voices of others, he said: "Zoe is suitable as a wife, but she's terribly boring." This man, who had proposed to me and promised a lifetime together just three days ago, was now kissing another woman amid cheers and whistles. I'm a person who loves cleanliness. A man who's been…