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He finally realized that I was serious.
He started sending messages non-stop, no longer pleading but roaring.
"Are you crazy?!"
"You've ruined me!!"
"You'll pay for this; I will never let you go!!"
I didn't reply a single word, just took screenshots of each message and backed them up.
This time, it wasn't me who was losing my mind.
It was him finally revealing his true self.
He wasn't a pitiful person tormented by love; he was a madman destroyed by his need for control.
I walked out of the police station, and the sun was just right.
I suddenly realized that I wasn't even afraid anymore.
The source of my fear wasn't him, but the part of me that had always believed "he would change for the better."
Now, I finally didn't believe it anymore.
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Cheng Jingyi sat in the car, staring intently at the café.
Inside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a woman smiled as she handed a menu to the man across from her; that smile was clean and relaxed, devoid of any guard.
She wore a light beige trench coat, her hair tied back in a low ponytail, bare-faced yet brighter than he remembered her at any moment.
His knuckles tightened.
He recognized that man; he was a friend newly introduced by her colleague, Old Classmate, Unmarried.
A blind date?!
A surge of anger burned from his stomach to his forehead.
He got out of the car, opened the door and closed it again repeatedly, before finally standing across the street, watching them walk out of the café together toward the subway entrance.
He didn't chase after them.
A voice echoed in his mind: How dare she?
They weren't even divorced yet.
How could she sit there, smiling at another man, as if she were completely free?
Cheng Jingyi had not returned home all night.
The next day, he sat in his large office, expressionless as he flipped through the documents in his hands, until his assistant handed him an investigation report.
"She’s currently working as an Administrative Assistant. The company is small, but the boss just secured some funding and is looking for investors."
He remained silent.
"Do you want to make contact?" the assistant asked cautiously.
He nodded. "Set up a dinner with the boss."
In the evening, he sent her a message.
"Your company seems pretty good; I’m investing."
Three seconds later, she replied:
"Are you sick?"
"Do you need me to call a doctor?"
Her response was cold and concise, like ice water splashed across his face.
He felt unwilling to accept it.
He believed that as long as she replied, it meant she still cared about him.
He began to appear more frequently:
She exited the subway, and he was at the corner;
She entered the convenience store, and he was on the opposite aisle;
She attended a company team-building event, and he showed up at the same venue.
But she remained calm.
No panic, no avoidance, no confrontation.
She simply said, "You can continue acting; I won't play along anymore."
That night, he had a dream.
He dreamed of his father sitting by the window, peeling an apple, murmuring as he did so: "She doesn't listen anymore, so just hit her... Why don't you listen?" The knife turned against the fruit's skin, and in the end, it cut into his own finger.
In that moment, he suddenly understood his father's hysteria and realized that it was never his mother who was at fault. He had been repeating his fate from the very beginning.
It wasn't love; it was confinement. It was the desire to trap someone who would never leave him. But she was already gone.
He finally understood that the version of her who faced a new life with a smile was the real her. Not the one he had shaped or nurtured.
Standing on the bridge, he opened his phone and sent one last message. "I finally understand. You don't need me to save you, nor do you owe me a future."
"Thank you for helping me see myself."
"This is my last time bothering you."
He turned off his phone and threw it into the river.
In that moment, for the first time, he let go not as a victor but as a true failure confessing his defeat. He released everything and finally learned not to cling.
Meanwhile, in another city at dawn, she woke up. The sunlight streamed through the curtains as she stretched lazily.
He was not in her dreams.
That was good.
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