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Her name was Sarah. I didn't know much about her; Bruce had only mentioned her in passing. She was five years younger than me and was currently left from school due to depression. Whenever he talked about her, Bruce, who was usually calm and composed, showed many indescribable emotions in his eyes. He sympathized with her unfortunate family background, felt sorry for the bullying she experienced at school, and pitied her two painful and heartbreaking love affairs. At the time, I attributed this to his compassionate nature as a doctor, unaware that it was a sign of his growing feelings. The young girl tiptoed up and awkwardly kissed Bruce. Bruce didn’t refuse; he couldn’t help but hold her tightly, deepening the shy kiss. Watching my boyfriend kiss someone else, my blood felt frozen, and my fingers grew so cold I could barely hold the phone. “Doctor Bruce, do you like me?” “I like you as my life.” “Since you don’t like the one at home, why don’t you break up with her?” Sarah shook Bruce’s hand, exuding a girlish charm. I held my breath, eager to hear his response. Since he no longer felt the same way about me, why not be honest and let go? “It’s not the right time yet. Wait a little longer.” Sarah pouted, “Is it because you can’t bear to let her go?” “We’ve been together for seven years. I’m already sick of her.” Bruce’s eyes flickered with annoyance. I never imagined he’d look at me like that. It was the same face, the same person, but it was hard to connect him to the man who was completely obsessed with me yesterday. I trembled slightly, wishing everything I saw and heard was just a dream, that my mind was confused by fever. “You’re not allowed to kiss her when you go back. You’re mine.” Facing Sarah’s domineering declaration, Bruce gently rubbed her nose and smiled, agreeing. The two of them acted like a couple in the honeymoon phase, completely oblivious to their surroundings. I returned home in a daze and vomited everything I had eaten for breakfast. The phone on the sink buzzed once. “I miss you so much, baby.” Looking at the message from Bruce, I recalled the disdainful look he had given me. I asked myself in panic, what kind of man have I gotten involved with?