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Breakup Caused By a Car Accident
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During the holiday, five cars collided from behind on the expressway. My boyfriend Kayne Ford left me stuck in the airbag. He hurried to the back seat to look for his childhood sweetheart Freya Yeats, and then they left with the ambulance. I screamed desperately and was taken to the hospital by passers-by. I saw Freya’s Facebook when I was discharged from the hospital. [It doesn't matter how badly I got hurt. What matters is that you were with me when I got hurt.] There was a picture of Kayne bending down and gently rubbing her wrist. Many people mentioned me to watch this post. I thought about it and replied: [Since my boyfriend is such a gentleman, I will be generous. I'll give Kayne this scumbag to you.]
Chapters (7)
Chapter 1
During the holiday, five cars collided from behind on the expressway.
My boyfriend Kayne Ford left me stuck in the airbag.
He hurried to the back seat to look for his childhood sweetheart Freya Yeats, and then they left with the ambulance.
I screamed desperately and was taken to the hospital by passers-by.
I saw Freya’s Facebook when I was discharged from the hospital.
[It doesn't matter how badly I got hurt. What matters is that you were with me when I got hurt.]
There was a picture of Kayne bending down and gently rubbing her wrist.
Many people mentioned me to watch this post.
I thought about it and replied: [Since my boyfriend is such a gentleman, I will be generous. I'll give Kayne this scumbag to you.]
——
My arm was broken. When I was discharged from the hospital, the nurse helped me carry my things and get into the taxi.
When I arrived home, Kayne finally contacted me.
"What do you mean?
"You'll make Freya very embarrassed. Do you know that?
"I've told you many times, and I'm telling you one last time. Freya and I are just friends, so stop being unreasonable."
Kayne vented his anger on the phone, and all his words were about Freya.
He didn't show any concern for me, his girlfriend.
There were three of us in the car at that time, and they were not the only two who experienced the accident.
I reminded him, "Kayne, I was stuck by the car door..."
"So I didn't ask you to help." He interrupted me quickly, "I didn't say you were indifferent, but you blamed Freya. Olivia, you are unreasonable!"
After accusing me, he hung up the phone.
I was stunned, staring at the screen of my phone.
Then I packed my things with one hand and cooked spaghetti for myself.
Kayne had always been like this. No matter how much I explained, it was useless.
In the past, I would fight for myself, but now, I was tired.
I didn't want to talk to him anymore.
If I explained too much, I would get bored.
On the third day of my resting at home, Fayne contacted me.
He asked, "Where are you? Why didn't you even call me?"
He got angry at me, and from his point of view, I was wrong.
At that time, I was worried about changing the light bulb. It was difficult for me to hold the ladder and change the light bulb with one hand.
It was black at home and I answered his call in the dark.
Hearing the situation, he insisted to come back and change the light bulb.
I thought about it and agreed.
I sat in the dark until midnight, but he didn't come back.
There was lightning and thunder outside, and a sudden storm came. The room was flickering, looking very strange.
I curled up on the sofa all night, but in the end, Kayne didn't come back.
I fell asleep on the sofa in a daze.
When I woke up, it was the next day. The sky was bright, but Kayne was not at home.
I saw Freya's Facebook again.
[No matter how dark the night is or how heavy the rain is, it doesn't matter, because I have him.]
The picture showed Kayne’s back, and the lights in Freya's room were bright.
I finally decided to let it go.
Kayne didn't love me at all. No matter how I tried to deceive myself, I couldn't convince myself.
All the beautiful thoughts about love in my heart were shattered.
Chapter 2
I contacted a technician to help me change the light bulb.
It turned out that I didn't need Kayne's help.
As soon as I saw the technician off, I received a call from my mentor.
"Olivia, how do you consider what I told you last time? You've graduated for several years, but I still remember you. I'm old now, and I know maybe you don't want to contact me. But this opportunity is rare, and I want to talk to you again. If you miss such a good opportunity, I will feel sorry for you."
I studied artificial intelligence in college, and my mentors valued me very much.
Following him, I won many awards in his projects, and he always thought that I would work in a related industry after graduation.
But unexpectedly, I didn’t.
Kayne thought it was boring to deal with robots all day, so I gave up what I learned in college for him.
I never did anything that Kayne didn't like, just to make him happy.
However, no matter how much I tried to please him, he was still not satisfied with me.
"Olivia, think about it carefully. Your senior is in charge of this project. I have learned about it. It is a very mature idea, and it will have a very high market share in the future. If you are willing, you will achieve good results in the future."
My mentor continued to persuade me, fearing that I would give up again.
But now I had figured it out.
"Sir, I see. I am willing to give it a try. Thank you very much."
My mentor was very happy and said, "I will give you his contact information. Contact him."
I used to treat Kayne as the most important person in my world, and I lived my life with almost no self.
Fortunately, it was not too late to wake up now.
Now that I had the opportunity, I should find myself again.
I contacted the project leader, and he quickly sent me the project information.
He asked me to read it as quickly as possible.
The project laboratory might be relocated, and he had been looking for a new address.
The old laboratory was still in use, so he asked me to familiarize myself with the experimental equipment when I had free time.
Kayne finally came back.
It was quite late at night, and I was reading the documents, so I didn't notice the sound of the door opening.
"Why didn't you answer the phone? I thought you weren't home." He pushed the door open.
I came back to my senses. "I didn't hear it. Maybe it's muted."
It was my habit. I didn’t like to be interrupted by the ringing of bells when studying.
But after I met Fayne, I changed this habit for him, for fear that he would contact me suddenly.
"Did you mute it the whole night?"
He came over with anger.
Chapter 3
I took out my cell phone from the drawer and saw that he had contacted me in the evening.
I put the phone down. “Sorry, I didn’t hear that.”
Then I continued to look through the documents.
When Kayne came to my side, he finally noticed that my arm was in a cast. "Olivia, what's wrong with your arm? Why didn't you tell me?"
Closing the document, I said, "It was broken in the car accident."
Kayne put away the anger on his face and showed some guilt.
Sitting down next to me, he said in a much softer voice, "Olivia, I didn't see it at the time. There was an airbag in the front seat, and you didn't cry out in pain. I thought you were fine."
I turned my head to look at him. "Really?"
He continued to explain, "The situation was urgent at the time. Freya kept crying out in pain, so I thought she was seriously injured."
Was Freya seriously injured? She just hit her head on the glass and scraped her skin.
Kayne came over and took my hand. "Olivia, you know that girls care most about their faces. Freya won't accept it if she gets disfigured."
I nodded. “I know. I understand.”
He paused for a while.
Then he changed the subject. "It rained heavily and thundered last night. You know, Freya has been afraid of the dark since she was young, so I..."
I didn't want to hear his explanation.
So I interrupted him and said, "Okay, she's injured and she's afraid of the dark. You should spend more time with her."
Kayne suddenly became angry. "Olivia, what do you mean?"
I looked at him quietly.
Letting go of my hand, he stood up and looked down at me. "I've explained everything to you, but why do you still have this attitude? Are you mocking me? Freya was indeed injured in the car accident, and all my friends know she has been afraid of the dark since she was young. Do you still want to make trouble with me?"
I stood up too.
Feeling annoyed, I didn't want to say anything more, so I walked out.
He grabbed me and asked, "What's your attitude? Where are you going?"
I said, "I'm sleepy and want to go to bed."
His arm stiffened, but he didn't let me go.
I pulled my hand back. "Kayne, I said I believe you that there is nothing between you and Freya and that you are just taking care of her out of your responsibility as a friend. What's wrong?"
I said the words he said in the past.
Kayne was stunned.
In anger, he slammed the door and left. "Whatever!"
I said I believed him, but he was still not happy.
No matter what I did, he wouldn't be happy.
I didn't care anymore.
Chapter 4
When I woke up the next day, I heard people talking in the living room.
Their voices were even louder than the birds on the window outside.
"I heard that Olivia's arm was injured, so I came here to visit her.
"It's not heavy. Kayne, you don't need to help me carry it. I can do it myself."
I pushed the door open and saw Freya acting coquettishly with Kayne.
"I sweated a lot while walking here, and the band-aid on my forehead is soaked with sweat. Kayne, can you help me change it?"
Kayne patiently went to find a band-aid, then carefully bent over to help her put it on.
The two of them were very close.
After changing the band-aid, they smiled at each other, and Freya finally saw me.
"Olivia, are you up? I was planning to wake you up.
"I heard that your arm was injured. It must be inconvenient for you to cook, right? I bought a lot of food and came here to make delicious food for you."
Kayne said, "Can you cook? Don't hurt yourself."
He took the initiative to walk towards the kitchen. "I'll help you."
Freya happily followed him into the kitchen. "I'm very good at cooking..."
They kept talking, and I didn't even have time to speak.
In the past, I told Kayne that I wanted to eat the food he cooked because I heard from his friends that he was skilled at cooking.
I bought the ingredients, but when they went rot, he just glanced at them and said, "Don't let me cook. I hate cooking and can't stand the smell of cooking."
Therefore, he just didn’t want to cook for me.
They made great noise in the kitchen, and I couldn't concentrate on my work.
Freya came over and called me to eat.
There were several dishes on the table.
Freya picked up fried fish for me. "Olivia, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were also injured at that time. Please don't be angry with me or Kayne. He was worried about me."
She looked at Kayne with grievance and continued, "I bought the fried fish specially for you. Have a taste of it."
I didn't eat it. "Thank you, but I don't like it."
Kayne was unhappy. "Freya got up early to go to the market and then came to cook for you, but why did you not even thank her?"
He asked me, "Olivia, what's wrong with you?"
Freya said, "Kayne, I'm fine." Her eyes turned. "I know Olivia has always misunderstood me, and I was indeed at fault for the car accident that day. Oliva, I'm sorry..."
She kept on talking with tears.
Kayne looked at her distressedly and wiped her tears. "Stop talking. It's not your fault. You don't need to apologize."
When the car accident happened, Kayne only cared about Freya.
I was screaming desperately, but the ambulance was stuck in the road and couldn't get there in time. If it weren't for the kind-hearted person who stopped his car to help me, I would have bled to death.
I was lucky to survive.
"It's indeed not your fault. I should be responsible for my own life.
"Even if I died in the car accident, I deserved it."
It was my fault because I thought Kayne was someone I could rely on for the rest of my life.
"You guys eat. I'm leaving."
I packed my things and went out to find a quiet place to read the documents.
Chapter 5
Just after dinner in the evening, I saw Freya’s Facebook.
[He cooks for me and plays the guitar for me. It's a show just for me.]
The picture showed Kayne teaching Freya to play the guitar.
Kayne was a well-known band guitarist. Since I met him, he had gradually become successful step by step.
His guitars were more important than his life, and he never let me touch them.
Once, he was on a business trip for a long time, and the guitars at home were a little dusty.
I just wanted to help him wipe the dust off.
But when he came back and found out, he got very angry.
He even warned me, "Olivia, don't enter my guitar room again!"
After that, I never stepped into it again.
But now, Freya held his beloved guitar in her arms, treating it as her toy.
Putting down my phone, I continued reading the documents.
I didn't leave until the study room closed.
When I left, I saw several messages from Kayne.
[Olivia, where are you?]
[It's about to rain outside. How about I pick you up?]
[I'm going out now.]
The last message was sent half an hour ago. I didn’t know if he had gone out.
I replied: [No need. I can take a taxi myself.]
He called me, "Are you still angry? Why didn't you reply to my messages?"
Without waiting for my answer, he asked, "Where are you now?"
I said, "I'm almost home. You don't need to pick me up."
Kayne hung up the phone.
When I got home, I saw him looking at me with a complicated expression.
Seeing that I was holding something in one hand, he came over to help me. "Olivia, if you are still angry about Freya's matter, I can explain. She is just my friend. If you don't believe me, you can ask my friends. As for the car accident, I didn't know that you were injured. You didn't tell me."
What? Was it my fault?
I walked in. "You don't have to explain to me. I don't care about your relationship with Freya.
"As for the car accident, if you treat me as your girlfriend, you should at least be concerned about me."
Chapter 6
However, he abandoned me immediately and even called me to blame me later.
Kayne probably wanted to end the deadlock between us today.
He said again patiently, "I know I should call you and ask about your situation. It's my fault."
He put the things down and caught up with me.
"Olivia, to make up for it, I'll take you to my show, okay?
"Your arm is injured and you can't go to work. This time, I will only take you with me."
Kayne's show was taboo for me.
When I first met him, he wasn't very famous.
I accompanied him all the way.
However, he never intended to make our relationship public.
Even when I went to his concert, he was unwilling to tell his band friends and staff that I was his girlfriend.
I was just a girlfriend whom he didn't want to admit. Why should I go to his show?
So I said, “No, I’m busy.”
"What are you busy for?" Kayne asked.
I didn't want to bring up the past, but he thought he had given the greatest forgiveness to me.
"You never took the initiative to say hello to my friends every time you met them, and you didn't dress to match theirs. How could I introduce you?"
I pushed the bathroom door open. "So I said I'm not going. I don't want to know them."
I didn't fit in with them. I did research and had always liked quietness.
If it weren't for Kayne, I wouldn't have dressed up in the way I didn't like and gone to his show.
Hearing my words, Kayne finally got angry.
He slammed the bathroom door shut. "I gave you a chance but you didn't want it. Olivia, You're so boring!"
I washed my face and brushed my teeth, ignoring him.
I had to go to bed early tonight because I would go to the lab early tomorrow morning.
I hadn't done research for a long time, so I was a little nervous.
I kept thinking about the process in the materials in my mind.
Thinking about the experimental data all night, I had no time to think about Kayne.
He just came back when I pushed the door open early in the morning.
He looked a little strange. "You're going out even though your arm is injured?"
I nodded. "I have something to do."
He followed me. "I'll take you there."
He looked like he hadn't slept all night, maybe he didn't come back all night yesterday.
"No need. Go back to sleep," I said.
Kayne insisted on following me. Grabbing my hand, he said, "I didn't go home all night or sleep. You don't care now, do you?"
Chapter 7
In fact, I cared, but I cared too much in the past, and now I was tired.
Kayne didn't come home all night. As his girlfriend, I should send him messages and call him.
But he was very impatient every time I asked what he was doing.
"What else can I do? I'm just having dinner with friends. Do you have to keep calling me like that?
"Olivia, stop. I just went to see Freya and had dinner with friends. I'm not cheating on you. Are you crazy?”
I remembered his every word from the past.
Now, I couldn't even say a word of concern.
"Kayne, you have your freedom and can go wherever you want. I can't restrict you."
Kayne looked a little embarrassed, "Olivia..."
The car I had booked arrived. I opened the door and got in, urging the driver to leave.
If I continued to argue with Kayne, I would be late.
I needed to familiarize myself with the experimental process, so I stayed in the dormitory that the project team arranged for me.
After several days, I finally knew the process of it.
A girl in the same lab praised me, "Olivia, you are talented. None of the students with us before learned faster than you."
She chatted with me during the breaks in the experiment.
If I hadn't given up halfway because of Kayne, I would do it better now.
The girl was watching videos on her phone. "Wow, this is so romantic! It turns out that Kayne has always liked his childhood sweetheart!"
She turned the phone screen towards me, and there was a video on it.
The video showed that Freya stood beside Kayne and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead after Kayne's show.
Even her voice was in it. "Kayne, you did a great job."
Kayne lowered his head and smiled dotingly.
The comments below were that they were a perfect match.
I lowered my head and continued eating.
Suddenly, I received a post that mentioned me from Freya on Facebook.
[Olivia, Kayne's show was very successful. You are busy, so I celebrate with him on your behalf. You won't be angry, right?]
Everyone was waiting to see how I would respond.
How could I reply?
I just wished them the best.
I replied: [I’m not angry. He's a scumbag. I don’t want him anymore. You are a perfect match.]
