The Moment We Broke Up
Language: en
My car crashed, and I was rushed to the hospital. Patrick Reed came, signed a paper, and left. He said there was a sudden family emergency, leaving me, with a broken leg, alone at the hospital. Coming out of surgery, I saw his stepsister post on social media: “Just a sprained ankle, apparently family gets so worried they overreact.” The picture showed Patrick’s back as he made her pig’s trotters soup, geotagged in the next city. She even directly forwarded it to our family and friends group chat, wanting to embarrass me, his official girlfriend. I smiled, and replied magnanimously: “Marry…