Filed to story: Loving You In My Final Days
“Mr. Qin, I really love you!”
The woman’s passionate confession rang through the dimly lit underground parking garage, shattering the silence.
Abigail nearly dropped her phone.
She had been on her way to her parked car when the unexpected declaration stopped her in her tracks. Who would have imagined witnessing a love confession in such a cold, deserted place?
Then came a man’s voice.
“What did you say?”
His voice was deep, husky, and chillingly cold. Even Abigail, who wasn’t the one being questioned, couldn’t help flinching. There was something incredibly intimidating about his tone, as though his very presence could send a shiver down someone’s spine.
A romantic confession had somehow turned into an interrogation.
“I said I love you!” the woman repeated, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’ve fallen so deeply in love with you. From the very first moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to be with you!”
Abigail instinctively held her breath.
She waited for the man to respond, but an uncomfortable silence descended over the garage.
Curiosity tugged at her. She wanted to peek around the corner to see what was happening, but she knew eavesdropping was wrong. Besides, it would be terribly embarrassing if they caught her spying on them.
So she stayed where she was, quietly waiting for the man’s answer.
Finally, he spoke.
“Is that all?”
Abigail’s jaw nearly dropped.
*Seriously? That’s your response?*
Good heavens! What a heartless man!
“W-What?” The woman’s voice cracked, as though she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard.
“Tell me. What do you want?”
“I…” The woman hesitated, struggling to keep her emotions under control. “I’ve loved you from the very beginning. I’ve been your girlfriend for two months, but you’ve never once told me how you feel about me. Mr. Qin, I… I don’t want anything else. I just want you to love me back.”
Her voice grew increasingly fragile, as though she were only one word away from breaking down in tears.
Abigail could practically feel her heartbreak.
Yet the man remained unmoved. Not even the slightest hint of sympathy crept into his voice. If anything, his next words were even colder.
“We’re done.”
He delivered the two words so casually, as though he were canceling an appointment rather than ending a relationship.
“W-What?”
“I won’t repeat myself.”
“W-Why?” The woman sounded utterly devastated. “Mr. Qin, what are you talking about? This isn’t right! The contract I signed clearly stated that I would be your girlfriend for three months! It’s only been two months! How can you suddenly say it’s over? What exactly do you mean?”
“Miss Song, didn’t you read the contract properly?”
The man’s voice dropped several degrees, becoming sharp enough to cut through the silence.
“Cheng, come here. Read out the clause she apparently missed.”
Abigail’s eyes widened.
*Contract?*
What on earth was going on?
Was this some kind of joke? Had she accidentally stumbled into a movie scene?
She had initially thought she was witnessing a rather dramatic breakup, but the mention of a contract had turned the entire situation into something far more bizarre.
