Teach My Boy Toy a Lesson

I am a landlady, seven years older than my boyfriend, and I've supported him through college until now. Yet he asked others online: "I started dating my girlfriend when I was eighteen, she's seven years older than me and has helped me a lot financially. Now I'm twenty-five, but I feel like I don't love her anymore. What should I do?" I replied directly with my main account: "Pay me back the money, and we're done!" When I was thirty-two, my younger boyfriend Doak said he wanted a Cartier watch for his twenty-fifth birthday, and I agreed. But when I took the watch to Doak's birthday party, I saw through the c***k of the private room door that he was kissing a girl, with everyone I knew cheering on the side, saying: "What a perfect match! Be together!" Ironically, the girl Doak was holding was a poor student my family sponsored, and Doak was wearing the designer suit I bought him, along with the cufflinks I picked out. Yet these two people were kissing. I hid in the bathroom, clutching the watch, and broke down in tears. As I walked out, I overheard Doak talking with his friends around the corner: "Do you really not like your girlfriend anymore? She's been good to you over the years." "I don't feel anything anymore, it's getting more and more boring. Besides money, she can't give me any spiritual comfort." "And I always feel like she has this old person's smell, that's the age gap, right?" "Now I don't even feel anything when I see her cry, I used to feel sorry for her." Listening to these words, my mind drifted back to when I first met Doak. Back then, Doak was just eighteen. I was caught in a stampede at an amusement park, and Doak used his arm to get me out, injuring his own arm in the process. Admittedly, even without Doak, my family's bodyguards would have rescued me within minutes, but that's just how fate is. Later, during his hospital visits, Doak, this little brat, seemed suddenly captivated by me and began to pursue me fervently. He remembered all my important dates and preferences, as if we were perfectly matched. Finally, after a drunken night, he confessed his feelings to me. I asked him, "I'm seven years older than you, do you really not mind?" I remember Doak's eyes back then, sparkling like stars. "What's seven years? Babe, I don't care about the age difference at all!" But now Doak says we have an age gap. Did I suddenly age seven years? Ding! Doak's message quietly lay pinned at the top of my WeChat: "Babe, why didn't you come? I'm still waiting for my gift." He says he doesn't feel anything, yet he calls me babe and asks for gifts. Does he really think I'm just an ATM? But I must be getting old, as I don't like solving problems with force anymore. I directly called the manager and told him not to charge Doak's room expenses to my card. If they couldn't pay, let him stay and do the dishes. Then I returned to the place Doak and I shared, a spacious apartment over a hundred square meters, fully paid by me. I packed up all my clothes and asked Oktober to clear out all the clothes I bought for Doak and throw them in the trash bin. While sending a breakup text to Doak, Oktober quickly found another phone deep in the closet, unlocked. It seems he never worried I'd check his phone. It contained all his chat records with that mistress. Turns out Doak and she had been dating for six years, but he and I had only been together for seven. He even used my money to support that girl. But what quickly made me lose hope and feel a bit nauseous was finding his question on a certain app: "I started dating my older girlfriend when I was eighteen, she's seven years older than me and has helped me a lot financially. Now I'm twenty-five, but I feel like I don't love her anymore. What should I do?" The timing was on the day he asked me for a Cartier watch, and after posting it, he still had the nerve to come ask me for the gift. Someone below asked him if he had any shame. He actually replied, "I started dating her when I was eighteen, it's just a matter of give and take." What a "give and take," I was so furious that I immediately registered an account and replied, "Cash out the money for me, and we're done!" The netizens were indeed night owls; within fifteen minutes of my response, there were already hundreds asking if I was the girlfriend who was seven years older. The top-liked comment said, "Sister, run away!" I cheerfully gave it a like, then backed up all the chat records between Doak and that girl, and put the house up for sale online. I didn't expect that shameless people would be so unstoppable. At midnight, a call from the police woke me up. They told me the private room had been reported for inappropriate activities, and Doak was taken to the police station for investigation, along with a girl, both requiring me to bail them out. This made me laugh out of sheer frustration, so I immediately called a well-known friend, transferred her 300,000, and asked her to accompany me to the police station to make sure we got good photos of this shameless couple. At the police station, Doak had his head down, looking quite disheveled. When he heard I was there, he looked up at me, his eyes red. If I hadn't caught him kissing that girl, I might have actually felt sorry for him, considering how much he's gotten from me over the years with that trick. I hadn't said anything yet when suddenly my arm was grabbed by that girl, Nat. "Sister, we're really innocent, you know my character..." "Doak is very tired, you didn't even come to his birthday party, and just now the venue owner said your card couldn't be used, you're lying, right sister..." I slowly pulled my hand away and shook my head at her. "Have I been too kind all these years, making you think I'm easy to deceive?" "Doak, didn't you see my message? Didn't you tell Nat that I'm old and always like to control you, and that you're very oppressed?" "You won't feel oppressed anymore, we're breaking up. I'm taking back the house. I hope you take care of yourself and realize who truly contributed more to this relationship and who acted inhumanely." I had Oktober bail the two of them out. They were still trying to argue, attempting to deceive me with so-called "explanations." In front of everyone, I questioned them, "Doak, you've been with me for seven years, and Nat has been the mistress for six, does it feel good spending my money to support her?" "When I was sick, you told me you had things to do, but took Nat to my family's hotel, using my card, did that make you happy?" "And you, Nat, you've been supported by my family since you were young, and yet you secretly got together with my boyfriend, you've really shown your true colors, supporting you was the biggest regret for my family." All of this was recorded by my friend. I didn't bother with them anymore. On my way back, I went through and liked all the comments online that criticized Doak. The next day, when I turned on my phone, sure enough, it was full of messages from Doak. In seven years together, he rarely sent me so many messages. My well-known friend turned the video into a humorous clip, which attracted even more viewers. As a result, public attention is also rising. Nattalie's face is quite visible, but unfortunately, Doak's face remains obscured in the shadows. Netizens are delving into this peculiar couple, and Doak and Nattalie's names have become infamous online and even notorious at school. However, the attention on Nattalie's video was soon overshadowed by a scandal involving an unknown celebrity. Upon reflection, I realized it was Doak's doing, but I didn't care anymore. Being dragged to the police station at midnight to pick up the mistress was infuriating. I always saw Doak as younger, so I was more lenient with him, but I didn't expect my tolerance to be stretched too far. My phone was flooded with missed calls, and they kept coming. After so many years together, I could tell Doak was likely flushed with anger, his mind racing, fists clenched. I used to calm him down, but now the thought of touching him disgusts me. Doak probably thinks I'm just throwing a tantrum. Even knowing everything, he thinks he can explain it away, believing that since I've tolerated him for so long, I can continue to do so. But he doesn't realize he's crossed my line. When the phone rang again, I answered it. "Doak, we've already broken up. Why are you still calling?" I could hear Doak's breathing grow heavier on the other end, "No, sister, I don't agree to break up. Nattalie and I were just childhood friends, she has a heart condition, and my mom asked me to go along with her." "I was really just taking care of her." "The only one I truly like is you, sister." I chuckled, tapping my fingers on the table. "I saw the phone you used to chat with Nattalie." "I went to your birthday that day, so I saw you kissing Nattalie and heard your friends calling her sister-in-law." Bang! Something heavy shattered, and Doak's voice trembled. "No, sister, I just felt like you didn't love me, I didn't..."