Revenge Of Love

After my divorce, my first blind date turned out to be with my ex-husband's good friend. His intoxicating tenderness and care made me let down my guard completely and fall deeply in love with him.

But now, looking at his suited figure walking away, I felt nothing but disgust. It wasn't just because of his peculiar habits, it was because all the sweetness between us was an act. He deceived me and shared an unspeakable secret with my ex-husband.

I used to constantly remind myself of what he lost because of me, and how he was tormented by it. But now, all that remained was a deep sense of indignation.

Not long after the divorce, my family was in a rush to set me up on blind dates. At the time, I wasn't interested in relationships and just wanted to embrace my single life gracefully. But who can resist the relentless pressure from my mother to get married? Reluctantly agreeing to appease my mother's insistence, I met Gavin for a quick blind date.

Unexpectedly, we met again shortly after, during one of my most embarrassing moments. That day, I was rushing to deliver documents to a client. The sky, which had been clear, suddenly turned stormy with thunder and a heavy downpour. With no shelter in sight, I had to protect the documents while running forward. Worse, my heel got stuck in a drain, and I fell into a puddle, my thin clothes becoming increasingly transparent.

At that moment, a black-handled umbrella was thrust into my hand, and then a roomy men's sports jacket was draped over my shoulders. A pair of well-defined hands lifted my feet, freeing my shoes, and thus rescued me from my embarrassing and desperate social mortification. Like an angel descending as a savior, it was Gavin.

That evening, I treated him to dinner to express my gratitude and discovered his humor and charm. We shared many common interests: we both loved listening to popular music artists, enjoyed reading at the library, and played badminton. We had similar views and often sparked each other's thoughts, making me feel like we were long-lost friends. This delightful communication made me feel understood by Gavin, and naturally, we became friends.

Later, when I suddenly suffered from a stomachache and my parents were too far away to reach me in time. Gavin happened to pass by and rescued me once again. At the hospital, he rushed around, paying bills, queuing, and accompanying me for check-ups. With a handkerchief, he gently wiped away the sweat and tears streaming down my face due to the pain, soothing my anxious emotions with soft words. In the end, he carried me piggyback to the infusion center, covering my eyes and holding me tightly as the nurse prepared to insert the needle into my vein. At that precise moment, I could hear my heart pounding, feeling as if a long-lost void had been filled, bringing me a sense of comfort and elation.

Gavin seemed to possess both the heroic traits that easily captivate women's hearts and the profound understanding they deeply crave. Increasingly, I found myself thinking of him, experiencing immense joy and anticipation with every encounter. In the stillness of the night, my mind wandered to what he might be doing, whether he was accompanied by someone else, and if he ever thought of me with longing. Yet, I dared not voice these thoughts nor inquire, tormented by my own fears of loss and gain.

On May 4th, late at night on Gavin's first day of a business trip, I received his confession via text. The wish I had longed for finally came true, and I joyfully accepted without hesitation.

An hour ago, I received a message from Gavin stating that his business trip had concluded prematurely and he was currently on a high-speed train returning. At that moment, I was overjoyed, feeling as if I had been separated for ages, just like the saying goes, "A day without you feels like a lifetime."