Breaking up with him outright would be letting him off too easy. I needed to get my money back, and I wasn’t going to let him have it easy either.
“Fine, I’ll go.”
The next morning, I woke up and rubbed my throbbing temples.
Last night, I suddenly dreamt about high school. Back then, Nicolas was actually pretty normal.
His grades weren’t great, but he had a cheerful personality, and he was good at basketball.
Otherwise, why would I have liked him in the first place?
To say I didn’t care at all would be a lie. Even though I didn’t feel much for Nicolas anymore, seeing someone I once liked turn from a cherished memory into something so vile was still a little nauseating.
My phone chimed. I picked it up and saw another message from Nicolas.
“Baby, remember to book our flights. Also, withdraw some cash to prepare two gifts. In my family, when a girlfriend visits for the first time, it’s customary to bring a little something for the parents.”
Ha, where in the world did such a tradition exist?
I was honestly impressed. I sent him a single question mark.
Moments later, Nicolas called.
His voice sounded a bit cold, though he was clearly trying to suppress his irritation.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Do you not want to meet my parents?”
“Of course I do,” I replied. “But what do you mean by that?”
“It’s just a gesture. You’re going to be my wife one day. Don’t you want to make a good first impression on my parents?”
“Oh, no, I understand.”
Feigning innocence, I said, “I just wanted to ask—do you think a gift worth ten thousand dollars will be enough?”
