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Chapter 112
Standing beside Jocelyn was the ever-observant Rose, who had come earlier to remind her about something. When she caught
sight of Melvin in his hospital gown, Rose couldn’t help but ask, “Jocelyn, why’s he still in his hospital gown? Did he bolt from the
clinic? That’s cilly He might be worse off if he’s stilt sick and out and about.”
Rose meant well with her concern, but Melvin stood there, stone-faced, not uttering a word, leaving Rose in an awkward silence.
Jocelyn mustered a strained smile. “He came to grab a few things.”
Rose was no fool. After seeing Melvin caught in the rain the other day, she suspected the lovebirds had hit a rough patch,
landing poor Melvin in the hospital.
Ah, the impulsiveness of young love.
The elevator door opened, and Melvin stepped out, pausing at the doorway and turning back to wait for Jocelyn to unlock the
apartment door.
Jocelyn had decided to clear out every trace of him, but he tried to step back into her life.
She couldn’t outlast him, not with the state of mind he was in. She had no chance against his stubborn resolve
Reluctantly, she opened the door, and Melvin walked in.
Shedding the slippers he’d worn from the hospital, he looked for his own in the shoe cabinet but found only hers. His slippers
were
gone
He tumed to Jocelyn, who understood his silent question and stated, “I threw them out.”
Predictably, his eyes darkened with that answer.
Barefoot, he moved to the bathroom. His cup and toothbrush were gone, as was his towel. Everything that was his had vanished.
He pressed on to the bedroom, opening the wardrobe to discover that all the clothes he’d left at her place were missing.
Even the bedside drawer held no trace of the condoms he’d kept there for convenience’s sake.
It hit him then that she had been out shopping for bedding.
The frustration nearly knocked the wind out of him.
for your new boyfriend, huh?” he asked, his voice hoarse, perhaps still affected by his cold.
Jocelyn knew his temper was a ticking bomb. She couldn’t manage his moods, so she focused on keeping her steady.
“We broke up,” she said calmly.
Melvin’s chest heaved, and he fixed her with a steely gaze. Then, with a chilling smile, he said, “As long as I’m here, do you think
you’ll be happy together with any other guy?”
Jocelyn’s breath hitched. She knew he wouldn’t be easy to let go.
She managed to stay calm and said peacefully, “What’s the point of sticking around? To make me suffer? Or you can’t stand it
when you see I’m happy with others?”
“You made me suffer and must suffer like I do.” Melvin was stubborn. “You can date that guy if you want. I don’t give it a shit Just
one more person has to suffer.”
Her patience was thinning. She never realized how obsessive he could be
In another era, with any measure of power, he would have been the type to execute rather than risk letting an enemy go.
Struggling to maintain her composure, Jocelyn knew that if she lost her temper, all hell would break loose.
Nothing she said would matter.
Melvin had cleared that he would drag her down if he were unhappy.
She turned and returned to the living room, heading to the kitchen, refusing to waste more words on him.
She cooked spaghetti and took them to the dining table, ignoring Melvin completely
He followed and watched as she ate.
“You didn’t leave a bite for me? Melvin said, his tone revealing the hurt of realizing how little he mattered to her.
Jocelyn glanced at him. “I’m out of grocenes, and you shouldn’t be eating this junk, anyway.”
thout a word, Melvin took the plate with the leftovers and downed it, crumbs and all
deeply.
Chapter 112
With a greasy sheen on his lips, he swallowed, placing the plate back on her. “Did I ever despise you? What right do you have to
leave
She stood up to wash the dishes.
Melvin followed and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his hot breath on her ear as he pleaded, “Don’t leave me,
okay?”
It was the first time he’d ever spoken to her with such vulnerability.
The plea was so intense that it almost made her forget every grievance, nearly coaxing her to nod in agreement.
As before, whenever she was upset and ready to walk away, he had a way of effortlessly winning her back
But Jocelyn didn’t react. She didn’t struggle and let him hold her.
Til eventually leave you,” she said with calmness. “Melvin, I’m tired Even if we keep this up, it’s only a matter of time before it
ends. Do you want me to waste my best years on you only to be cast aside when I’m old and withered?”
Her questions were soft almost like sweet nothings, yet with every word, they cut sharply. The knife she wielded hurt her, too.
She felt his body stiffen behind her, a sign her words had struck his nerve.
“How many years can I count on you? I don’t want a lavish wedding, a mansion, or a sports car. All I want is stability and
approval,” Jocelyn continued, her voice steady. “And you can’t give me those. You’re obsessed with my body, and when you tire
of it, you’ll toss me aside no matter how much I cling. How will I face my family and my future then? She sensed his grip
loosening and took the opportunity to pry his hands away gently
Turning to face him, she looked up at his pale face and smiled. “I can’t predict what we’ll become, but I hope you find someone
who can stand by you unconditionally. I can’t. I’m an ordinary person doomed to ordinary endings.
Breaking up is never as smooth as butter on toast, especially when two have intertwined like the vines in an old garden. It’s like
that favorite pair of jeans you’ve worn into submission. Parting with them feels like leaving behind a piece of yourself. But once
you let go. you’ll realize there’s nothing to miss, just the space for something new
You’ve just had surgery and got caught in the rain, for heaven’s sake, Jocelyn leaned against the kitchen counter, her hands
braced on the surface. She felt calm, almost serene, a smile playing on her lips as she spoke, “We’re not kids anymore. Take
your health seriously. If you end up with a chronic illness, you’re the one who’s going to suffer.”
Melvin, for once, didn’t interrupt or argue back. He just quietly watched and listened to her.
Since they had called it quits, this was the first time they had interacted so peacefully.
Jocelyn figured that Melvin was just not ready to let go and that he hadn’t expected her to be so determined.
The clinging on was like swallowing a bitter pill for him. After all, Melvin didn’t love her. It’s a peculiar human trait not to love
something yet not want anyone else to have it, even if it’s rotting away. You don’t just discard it on a whim.
Jocelyn understood his psyche. He was a man caught in a trap, stubbornly stuck in a corner. All she did was pull him out of that
corner It was up to him to walk away from it.
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