My Fake Boyfriend is My Stepbrother

Chapter 2.My Ex

"Cassie, wait, I want to change my shoes."

"You actually have a pair of shoes hidden in your bag!"

I pulled out a paper towel and wiped down the curb, sat down and pulled the pink flip-flops out of my bag and slipped them on, putting my heels away.

My phone happened to have a message, and I apologized and asked Cassie to wait a little longer.

-Honey, you're not off duty yet!

-(crying)

-Why don't you answer me? (crying)

I'm used to her bombardment of messages and answer calmly.

-What is it? I just got off the subway with my coworker, Cassie, who I told you about last time, she came to my house for dinner.

-Okay, okay, okay! You go home first, I'll talk to you tonight!

-(Kisses)

I guess there's a change in her schedule.

The cold wind still hit my skin, so I didn't think about it anymore and quickly grabbed my bag and walked Cassie home.

As we pushed open the glass doors of the apartment and got into the elevator, Cassie couldn't help but spit out, "It's so nice out there, why aren't so many elevators clean?

Just as I arrived at my floor, I was about to say something when I saw the man in front of my building, I gave a slight pause and couldn't help but stop in my tracks.

The man was leaning against the wall next to the door, his head hanging down. His face was haggard, his suit was rumpled, and his unkempt appearance was a world away from his usual poise.

It seemed that he had been having a bad time the last half month since the breakup.

I guess it's true that no one is used to losing a conscientious and responsible nanny who doesn't need to be paid. Not to mention the fact that I think I used to keep everything in order for him, down to which pair of socks he would wear to work the next day, all prepared for him in advance.

I did it willingly as long as he loved me. But still, he would bring other women here and flirt carelessly with each other in the bed we shared, "She, she's so old-fashioned, she can't let go in bed at all, how can she be as good as you."

They kissed lightly and made love.

I don't know how many times they stayed until I came home late, I don't know how many times he kissed me with lips that had kissed someone else, pretending to be deeply in love. I don't know how many times he talked about me in an impatient, casual, cold tone.

I didn't know that it turned out that he was tired of my no-nonsense, silent, lukewarm boredom.

This is ridiculous, because it was he who first took the initiative to pursue me, to attack me fiercely, and to encourage me to be myself, to cut off my heavy bangs and wear nice clothes.

Now that I think about it, I'm just being myself within the limits of what he can accept.

I don't dare to think about it deeply, because when I think about it, I physically gag and my heart aches as if it had been grabbed and held in a tight grip and unceremoniously ripped out of my chest and thrown to the ground.

To avoid this pain, I had to force myself not to think about it, not to touch it. During the time of the separation, except for informing the necessary people of the separation, I ate, worked, and smiled as if wearing a mask, as I usually did, obviously as I usually did.

I was embarrassed for Nancy, it was her house after all, and when she found out, she in turn assured me, "The next one will be better!“

The moment I was surprised to see him again, it was as if all the pain, shame, and anger had resurfaced in an instant, like a raging flood that drowned me and made it difficult to move an inch.

What is even more embarrassing is that the first reaction when I look at him is to subconsciously want to take care of him, to ask him if he is okay.

Hating myself at the moment, I wanted to use a knife to cut out of my mind all the affection, infatuation, pain, resentment and memories I thought were good about him.

I gripped the shoulder strap of my bag tightly and took a deep breath, suppressing all the complicated and unspeakable emotions.

Hearing the commotion, Jason jerked his head up and gave me an embarrassed grin, "Amanda! You're back."

I wanted to scold him, but I couldn't think of anything nasty to say at this point, so I gritted my teeth and met his pleading gaze, struggling to say in a hushed voice, "What are you doing here?"

Cassie poked her head out from behind me, "This scumbag isn't here to beg to get back together, is he?"

Her frank voice made Jason's face freeze, maybe he still thought this was just a normal fight and breakup, or maybe in his eyes I've always been the i***t who stupidly believed everything he said, weak and forgivable for everything.

He looked at me, full of sadness, "It's my fault, babe, you forgive me okay, please, I really am a moment of ghost, not clear-headed, please forgive me".

He always knew what my weaknesses were, "I was the one who made the mistake, you were the only one I loved, I couldn't eat or sleep well after I left you, I thought about you all the time. I really know I was wrong, I miss you so much, please forgive me this time, I promise there won't be a next time, don't break up, okay?"

Cassie stared at me nervously and muttered in a low voice, "Men's mouths..."

I've always been a man's mouth, and the more ridiculous I feel, the more I can't say anything that might hurt the other person, so I rarely argue with people.

"...I packed all your things, and the things you gave me were in there, I was going to throw them away, but it's just as well you're here so you can take them."

I ignored Jason's horrified look and didn't have to go in, the box was behind the staircase door. I'd actually forgotten about it, the heavy weight of it, the memories of each of these things as I packed them away, the cardboard box haloed with water marks, I realized I was in tears.

Why had it come to this?

I handed him the box with both hands, he looked at me in disbelief, and it was at that moment that I felt a twinge of joy: see, even the most thoughtful and affectionate pets can defect.

What followed was a feeling of ridiculous sadness at the clarity of my own position.

Jason raised his hand and knocked the box over, and I took two steps back in shock; fortunately, the box was sealed and nothing rolled out. But the loud noise angered Cassie and she came over to me and gave Jason a hard shove, "Show some respect!"

Unexpectedly, he just stared at Cassie and suddenly got down on one knee and grabbed my hand, pressing his cheek against the back of my hand, "Baby, I've realized I was wrong, we've been together for five years, can you really bear to be away from me? I know you still love me, I love you too, stop it, okay, please, come back to me."

I shuddered and slowly withdrew my hand, looking into his eyes from top to bottom, only to feel that they were filled with deception, I suddenly felt very tired and just wanted to end this farce quickly.

"I'm not making a scene, we're separated, Jason, that's it, that's the end of it."

Jason still tried to get closer and I quickly backed away, "Don't touch me!"

He frowned and could barely hide his anger as he asked me, "Am I that unbearable to you? You can't even touch me!"

I was silent in response, but I think my look must have conveyed the question I was asking at that moment. Why else would you have the face to pretend that I'm the negative one?

God has given him a talent that I cannot learn.

Perhaps my bitter attitude was beyond his imagination, and he had reached the limit of his sympathy for the day, Jason slowly stood up and asked in a hushed voice, "You really won't forgive me? Even if I beg you?"

I pushed my head away and didn't answer.

"..." he nodded, panting heavily like an excited trapped animal looking for a way out but not finding it, pacing back and forth in place over and over again.

Finally, he stopped in front of me, tearing off his innocent and kindly facade and revealing a fierce look, as if he wanted to deal me a fatal blow so that I couldn't get back on my feet to regain his lost face.

His brow furrowed, and he clung to me like a viper, malice seething from his tone.

"You don't have anyone on the outside who's so different from you, no emotions at all. When did you meet him? Recently? Or when we were together? How long have you been together? Have you slept with him? You're so boring..."

I looked up in disbelief, never thinking that the man I'd loved would say something like that.

Jason couldn't have known better that with love and companionship I could give myself to him with all my heart without ever sharing a single thought with anyone else.

But now he was attacking me with my heart and my nakedness in return.

Snap!

Whether it was anger or sadness, my palm arced harshly through the air.

Cassie exclaimed beside me in awe and admiration, "Nice shot!"

Jason was surprised and his voice came to a halt, his face tilted to the side.

I felt my body go numb, my hands shaking uncontrollably, and I gathered all my strength to point at the elevator, "You...get the hell out of here."

He quickly regained his senses and locked eyes with me viciously, the side of his face where I had slapped him already red and swollen.

Half a second later he said, "Amanda, trust me, you'll regret this, I'm not coming back.”

He kicked the cardboard box on the floor so hard that it smashed against the wall, cracking the edges and rolling out a jewelry box.

I knew at a glance that it contained a delicate and small blue gem necklace, my heart seemed to ache so much that it went numb and I was surprised that I didn't touch it.

Cassie screamed, "Go away! Stinking scum!" and as the elevator closed, she turned her head and hugged me and said in a soft tone, "He's gone, don't be sad.

Five years of relationship can't just disappear, it hurts like hell and I still have to live, so that's it.

"Well, thank you, let's go inside, I'm so hungry." I hugged her, my eyes hurt but I didn't want to cry.