Waking Up from Anesthesia, I Signed the Divorce Papers novel Chapter 3

Michael and I had a bloody present, but our past was sweet and intoxicating.

Back then, I worked at a bakery.

He had a severe food allergy, and I was the one who helped him throw up in time.

He was a mess, throwing up everywhere, yet he refused to look away from me.

"Thank you... You're beautiful."

He was dizzy, his vision blurred, but I was the only thing he saw.

I came from a humble background and never cared for rich boys like him.

But Michael chased me for three whole years.

When the bakery had a sales quota, he showed up every day like clockwork, insisting on buying only the cakes I made.

I hated his spoiled, entitled attitude, so he swallowed his pride, secretly working part-time just to afford my cakes.

He said they were the sweetest he'd ever had, yet I never added extra sugar.

On my birthday, he forced his way into my tiny apartment, cooked a terrible dinner, and set up candles and a cake just to celebrate with me.

Watching his clumsy attempts, I couldn't hold back anymore and threw myself into his arms.

He was startled but overjoyed.

Why did you have to make me fall?

And I was a fool. I saw the love fading.

Yet I kept lying to myself, convincing myself that he would change, that he would come back to me.

Until he stood before me.

Giving all those sweet words to someone else.

Leaving me to be torn apart.