A group of classmates were getting more and more excited, but Angelo remained silent.
Miley’s face also darkened, and she spoke up, interrupting them.
“Alright, what’s done is done, stop gossiping. Angelo’s wife is here today, don’t let her get the wrong idea.”
At one point, all eyes were on Priscilla.
Everyone looked embarrassed and quickly composed themselves.
But some of Miley’s roommates were not convinced and couldn’t help but say, “Angelo, what does your wife do? To be noticed by a guy like you, she must have a good reputation. Who is she, some kind of celebrity?”
Angelo said flatly, “She didn’t have a job, just a regular housewife.”
Upon hearing this news, there was a commotion in the private room.
Many people gave disdainful looks and whispered comments in contempt at the same time.
“Angelo’s ex–girlfriend was Miley, a graduate from a prestigious school and an internationally renowned
piano genius. Angelo himself is now a leader in the industry. How come, after a few years, his standards for
finding a partner have dropped to such a common level.”
“Being a housewife sounds nice, but in reality, it’s just being a lazy, unproductive person who relies on their
husband to live a wealthy life.”
Priscilla stood alone in the corner listening to the taunts, and couldn’t help but remember the time when she
used to dominate the workplace.
Back then, she could make a few million in commission from just one case. Everywhere she went, people
would make way and bow to her. People had to line up to hire her for lawsuits.
She was willing to return to her family for love, but ended up being seen as a “rice worm” by everyone.
She smirked, feeling incredibly ironic.
Her sacrifice only moved herself.
Angelo also heard those whispers, but he didn’t explain, just casually changed the subject.
“Everyone’s here, Miley, didn’t you say you wanted to play games?”
The private room quickly got lively again, someone brought out a game spinner, and started playing games.
Angelo was totally focused on Miley, didn’t pay much attention to the cards, and lost in the first round.
The punishment I drew was to check my phone’s photo album and notes.
Classmates swarmed up and took away his phone.
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I opened the album and saw tens of thousands of photos he had saved, each one related to Miley.
When she was in her teens, she had a cute ID photo. Then there were photos taken together when she was in love. After they broke up, she posted daily photos on Instagram.
One by one, all we saw was Miley. No one dared to keep scrolling, so we quickly clicked into the notes.
In the dense text, it detailed Miley’s likes and dislikes, sweet memories of love, and the unbearable pain and longing after the breakup…
The unmistakable love and pain between Angelo and Miley, seen in every word and line, made everyone feel
uneasy, with their eyes constantly shifting between them.
Miley couldn’t help but look at the drunken Angelo, with a hint of indescribable pain in her eyes.
The room was filled with a strange and oppressive atmosphere.
Having witnessed all this with her own eyes, Priscilla couldn’t keep pretending like nothing had happened.
She hurriedly got up and went to the bathroom, washed her face with cold water.
When she came back, she had just reached the door when she saw Angelo had lost again.
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