“I remember when we were finalizing the guest list, Jackson hesitated over the name ‘Sara
He added it, then deleted it, back and forth several times.
Curious, I asked him why.
He merely smiled and said, ‘She’s traveling the world right now; she probably won’t come back just for this:
So, she was his first love.
The computer screen was still on, and Jackson’s Instagram was open. I clicked into it and found Sara’s profile.
Their chat history had been wiped clean, but her latest post made my chest tighten slightly:
‘Damn it! The man I love is getting married, so I’m going to break his wedding car’s axle and crash the wedding
Jackson had replied below:
‘Even if you do, it won’t change anything. I won’t marry you.‘
‘Ugh, fine! You must’ve finally found your true love, huh?”
‘…What are you talking about?‘
‘Hmph! Whatever! With your oppressive family, marrying you would feel like being a servant. I’d never want that!”
‘I know, which is why I’m marrying the person they want me to marry.‘
‘I just couldn’t bear to let you go through all that.‘
“Couldn’t bear to.“.
Hearing those words from Jackson was rare, almost strange.
Jackson and I met through a blind date.
He was young and accomplished, the youngest associate chief physician at a top–tier hospital, with l turn heads.
hat could
But he had controlling and demanding parents, which was the reason he hadn’t married yet.
They wanted a daughter–in–law who was obedient, diligent, perceptive, and willing to serve.
The first time I went to his house, his mother handed me a basin of water and asked me to wash her feet.
I was startled but held back my discomfort.
Because the first time I saw Jackson, I thought–for that face, I’d do anything.
We dated for two years. His parents adored me, and he grew used to coming home to a spotless house, hot meals ready on the table, and impeccably pressed clothes.
But his attitude toward me always remained lukewarm, polite but distant.
Until his birthday this year. I decided to bake him a cake myself.
While preheating the oven, it exploded.
When I was rushed to the hospital, my arm covered in shards of glass, he came running. For the first time, he looked panicked.
He held my face, his voice trembling:
‘You don’t have to do all this for me… You really don’t have to…
In that moment, I thought he truly cared for me.
Later, he proposed.
I naively believed it was because of a spark of genuine affection, that he wanted to build a life with me.
Until last night, when I saw his conversation with Sara.
Sara was the one he cherished so much that he chose to let her go.
The screen’s cold light reflected on my face.
At that moment, I knew–this relationship needed to end.
C
