Falling for Lies

Greyson Dawson was once my ideal man, or rather, the "perfected" version of my ideal man.

When we established our relationship, his life was far superior to mine. He had a car, a house, and came from a good family. As for me, I hailed from a district in Labrudor, just graduated from university, and was interning at a newspaper.

I first met him when I went to his workplace for an interview. My boss assigned him to deal with me, the rookie reporter. Seeing Greyson in his uniform, I found him dull and overly formal, with a fake smile and indifference. I wasn't impressed and decided to challenge him, bombarding him with questions. He stumbled through his answers, yet there was a hint of respect in his eyes.

Perhaps he thought, This young lady was cool!

Feeling triumphant, I hid my pride and politely left my phone number, telling him to contact me if he had any additional information. It wasn't until after my article was published that he finally called, inviting me to dinner.

We met at a bustling restaurant on Beswiaqua, the warm yellow lights making the crayfishes look particularly inviting. He peeled them one by one, his long and elegant fingers expertly removing the shells. At that moment, with the hustle and bustle around us, he seemed captivating.

Finally, after peeling many crayfishes, he casually asked, Greyson casually asked me, "You're so young, have you ever dated?What kind of guy are you looking for?"

I squinted at him, saying, "If I encouraged you, would you dare to pursue me?"

He was so startled he took a gulp of his drink, and I burst out laughing, slapping the table so hard it echoed.

That night, Greyson drove me home, and we ended up in bed together, becoming a couple.

By our second meeting, less than a week after we met, we had already kissed and slept together. To be honest, at 23, I wasn't particularly eager for intimacy, but there was something about Greyson that evoked an inexplicable sense of warmth and trust.

That night, after our night of intense passion, as I traced the light sweat on his waist, I felt this sudden surge of tenderness, and I couldn't hold back my emotions. I decided to drop the playful mask and open up about my past.

I was from Labrudor, born and raised in a small town, unfamiliar with the world. My parents favored sons over daughters, but unfortunately, they only had me and my sister. Initially, my mother didn't plan to have a second child, but a someone assured her that this second child would be a great talent.

My mother, thrilled by the prospect, gave birth to my sister and doted on her, while I was often ignored, leading to frequent outbursts. The relationship at home deteriorated, and our home was often in utter chaos.

It was embarrassing to admit, but back then, I never thought of relying on myself. I was obsessed with novels and often fantasized about a bad boy who would whisk me away, severing ties with my bad parents. When I finally met someone like that, I fell headlong into it, losing both my heart and my body.

At 20, still in my freshman year, naive and inexperienced, I believed that once I lost my virginity, I had to be with that person forever. But then I had an ectopic pregnancy. At the hospital, I gritted my teeth as I undressed and spread my legs, enduring the doctor's indifferent examination. The examination and surgery felt as endless and grueling as a winter night. I was overwhelmed with shame and humiliation, wishing I could just disappear.

But the worst was yet to come. The man who promised to take care of me, to marry me, was secretly planning a wedding with another woman.

Tears streamed down Greyson's chest as I recounted everything, I threw caution to the wind and said to him, "Greyson, I've told you everything If you can't accept it, let's just consider this a one-night stand and part ways."

He fell silent, each second stretching into eternity. I felt like a defendant awaiting a verdict, uncertain if the next moment would bring good news or bad news.

I didn't remember how long it took. Maybe ten minutes or one, but eventually, the Greyson lowered his noble head and said, "I was just too late."

A tear rolled down my cheek, warming my heart. That was Greyson's magic, as he softly said, "It truly breaks my heart."