Chapter 7 Leaving the parking garage that morning, I spotted Alex waiting by the roadside . Hed always said he disliked driving , which explained why our car rarely left the garage except for occasional weekend trips . Moments later , a black Range Rover pulled up . A chauffeur emerged , bowing slightly as he opened the door for Alex . The car didnt head toward Alexs supposed workplace . After entering the inner ring road , it drove straight to a secluded residential area . Blocked by No Entry signs , I could only park at a distance , watching his car disappear inside . Sitting in my car , I remembered desperately helping him polish his resume years ago . Each application was meticulously crafted from career objectives to work experience and personal strengths rather than mass sending the same version everywhere . Almost every resume passed the initial screening , but despite nailing 80 % of the predicted interview questions in our countless practice sessions , hed always fail at the interview stage . Finally , only this unremarkable company would take him . At least they offered full benefits , even if the salary was modest . Alex rarely spent money . His monthly salary went straight to my card , from which Id give him spending money . What I once saw as acts of love now revealed themselves as things he simply didnt care about . I drove to our regular bistro , where the owner greeted me warmly : The usual ? Wheres your other half today ? Id loved this place since college and brought Alex here almost weekly after meeting him . Hes busy . Just the bolognese please , with all the toppings . Halfway through my meal , I asked casually : Didnt they clear this area for redevelopment two years ago ? How are you open again ? The owner glanced at me , wiping sweat with his kitchen towel . To be honest , Im as confused as you . One day they just told me to reopen . Truth is , with my current 06:34 Seven Years of Love , Seven Minutes & 22.3 % Chapter 7 assets , I dont even need to run this place anymore . I finished my pasta in silence . So thats why we happened to find that surprisingly affordable apartment in a nice building , despite its creaky floorboards and flickering hallway lights . That year when my grandmother needed emergency surgery , the blood bank was mysteriously restocked overnight , and she was moved to a special research ward . Back home , I dug out several handbags hidden at the bottom of my closet . Now , I had no doubts about their authenticity . When Alex first gave them to me , I thought he was just naive , buying what he saw others having . To spare his pride , Id proudly carry one to work , even twirling in front of him to show it off . Seeing my joy , hed raised an eyebrow , missing my point entirely and giving me more . At work , someone examined one closely : This bags impossible to get its nearly $200,000 with the full set . Are you secretly loaded ? Id casually adjusted the strap , saying confidently : Its just a replica , nothing expensive . Later , Id hint : Even replicas arent cheap . Dont waste money on these , I dont need them . Alex had glanced at me , smiling : Keep them . They might be useful someday . Indeed they were what took me five years to save for a house could be covered by just two or three bags . I blinked , finally understanding the emotion that had been gnawing at my heart since last night . Resentment . I realized how deeply resentful I felt . Alex , if this had been pure deception and manipulation , I wouldnt feel this bitter . But you mixed just enough genuine feeling into your endless lies who were you trying to trap ? 22.6 % Chapter 8 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!