Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Chapter 365

Colin was wearing a suit and a tie. Despite his bony cheeks, he looked dapper and walked in broad strides,

Behind him was a meek woman carrying a stack of documents in her hands. She was chatting with him shyly. She looked to be around 18 or 19 years old–the age when one felt fearless. Colin’s maturity and dependability attracted women around that age.

Colin was expressionless, but he didn’t quicken his pace either. He maintained the delicate balance where he was just slightly ahead of her.

I didn’t know if he saw me or not. But when he turned around, he had this condescending look on his face. The grin he wore was taunting me.

Why was he taunting me? Because I made the selfish decision to agree to Felix’s nonsensical demand?

But I did it for him. Couldn’t he see that?

I froze on the spot. My heart felt like it had been put through a meat grinder. It hurt.

Had he found a new love this soon? Were all his sweet promises empty and fake? I had expected this to happen one day, but I thought it would only happen after a very long time. We loved each other deeply. Surely he’d need time to lick his wounds before he could date someone else.

Besides, my agreeing to Felix’s demand was but a temporary solution. I merely wanted to give him the courage to continue living.

sentence I had seen in a romance novel came into my mind–the best way to get over an ex was to start a new relationship.

I was brokenhearted.

opportunity. Seize it. The world can be unfair. But remember this, don’t forget who you are, what you want, and how to

few days, and

situation wasn’t irredeemable. I shouldn’t give

compromise was just a temporary solution. My love, my relationship, my freedom, and

enough to make me jealous. If Colin

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he found another woman he liked… If he hugged, kissed, and even went further with her… I believed I’d go

perfect solution to solve the current predicament. I would take back the promise I had made to Felix.

regretted it. Even though it was just a

I wasn’t a virtuous saint. I couldn’t care less if someone said I wasn’t a woman of words and that

my own

ready to give my life to Colin. Verbal insults wouldn’t break my

bones.

morning, my parents