Goodbye My Snobbish Ex – In December, the first snowfall visited Ottaster. On her third wedding anniversary, Lillian Brook was trapped at the hospital by her mother-in-law Chloe Larsen until 11:30 PM before she was finally let go.
Snow was coming down hard on the streets. As Lillian didn’t drive here, she called her husband Jeffrey Larsen, hoping he would come pick her up. The phone rang a few times, and Jeffrey’s cold and magnetic voice came through.
“What’s up?” Listening to him, Lillian felt all the frustration she’d built up dealing with Chloe flood her in waves. Her voice cracked as she asked, “Can you come pick me up? It’s snowing heavily outside…” “I’m busy,” Jeffrey coldly cut her off. “If you’re tired, just hail a cab.
Don’t bother me with such trifles.” Lillian’s throat tightened as she tried to speak, but the call had already ended. The dial tone hummed in her ear, leaving a raw ache in her chest. They had been in love for seven years, married for three.
When they first started dating, Jeffrey would stand out in the snow for hours, waiting below the building where she worked part-time just to walk her home. And he would embrace her, saying, “The road’s slippery in the snow. I’m worried you might fall without my presence.” But now, her safety became a trifle to him. The wind howled, and the snow picked up.
Lillian huddled in her down jacket, waiting for a cab. Her fingers, numb from the cold, scrolled through her social media feed, looking for a distraction. After liking a few posts, her thumb paused at a photo snapped by Jeffrey’s assistant, Caleb Baker. Jeffrey was in it, too, sitting at a desk in the Larsen Group’s deputy GM office, reading through papers, with a pink milkshake sitting on the desk in front of him.
Jeffrey never drank milkshakes, so who could have put that there? Lillian tried to open the full-size photo, but the post had already disappeared, like someone was scrambling to hide something. The wind bit at her skin, and the cab driver honked impatiently. “You getting in or what?” Snapping out of her daze, Lillian replied stiffly, “I’m coming.” By the time she got home, it was already dawn. As soon as she stepped inside, she noticed that the gift bag in the living room corner was gone.
That was the popular starlight bracelet that Jeffrey had bought. She thought it was his gift for their third wedding anniversary… Lillian froze in confusion when the door suddenly opened.