Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing novel Chapter 76

No marriage, no sex.

That was the agreement Jorge and I had when we started dating.

Seven years of knowing each other, three years of being in a relationship.

He’d always kept his side of the bargain.

The only thing was, he didn’t want to marry. His parents’ divorce as a child had deeply scarred him.

He swore from an early age to be a non-marriage person.

I always tried to pull him out of those childhood shadows. I was like a shadow myself, tolerating all his bad temper.

I often told him:

“Even if everyone you care about stops loving you…”

“I’ll still love you.”

In the end, my love seemed to make a difference.

We were in a relationship, and I thought, if I could just hold on a little longer, if I tried just a bit more, I’d finally see some hope.

But the things on the floor, so glaring, slapped me hard in the face.

The man I had wanted to spend my life with was in bed with another woman.

Jorge’s face flickered, but quickly turned indifferent:

“Men… who doesn’t want to eat meat? If you don’t give it to me, someone else will.”

The woman next to him giggled:

I slammed them down, smashing my love along with them.

“Let’s break up!”

I said, grabbing Lillian’s hand and walking quickly out of the painful place.

Jorge tried to say something, but the woman behind him wrapped her arms around him again:

“Jorge, you’ve kicked her out so many times, and she always comes back.”

“You’re just having a physical affair, her heart will always be yours. Just spoil her a little and she’ll come around.”

Jorge didn’t chase after us.

He probably thought I’d come back.