My boyfriend, who had always hated cats, brought one home. I thought he did it to make me happy and was touched for a long time. Until six months later. Julian's college upperclassman returned from abroad. The first thing she did was open her arms to Julian. "Julian, I'm back." The second thing she did was call out to the cat in my arms: "Sweetie, come here, Mommy's back..." 1 Upon hearing her voice, Sweetie immediately jumped out of my arms. And in the blink of an eye, she was in Mia's embrace. I stood there, stunned. Watching as the cat, who usually wouldn't even let me touch her, gently licked Mia's hand. Julian stood beside her, suppressing a smile. Mia stroked Sweetie's head, her eyes full of adoration, "My sweet little thing~ Mommy missed you so much. Tell Mommy, did 'Daddy' treat you well these past six months?" Hearing the word "Daddy," Julian didn't react. He just said casually, "You're wronging me, Mia. I treat Sweetie better than I would my own son." Mia held the cat up to his face, blinking, "You're not lying? Haven't you always hated cats? I was so worried you'd be annoyed." Julian subconsciously stepped back, "Well, that depends on whose cat it is, doesn't it?" Confirmed that he wasn't lying, Mia smiled in satisfaction. Listening to their conversation, my heart sank violently. Julian was famously a cat hater. I knew this very early on. So, I forcefully swallowed my dream of a life with two people and a cat. Until six months ago. He proactively brought home a dirty little cat. I was surprised and a little delighted. "Julian, don't you hate cats? Why did you suddenly bring one home?" I asked very carefully, afraid he'd get annoyed and throw the hard-won cat out. Unexpectedly, Julian wasn't annoyed at all. He even surprisingly prepared cat food and toys for the little thing. "Because you like them," he said, sounding very impatient. I thought his impatience was just his natural reaction to seeing the cat. I didn't care why he was acting that way. Thinking back on it now, that day was probably the day Mia went abroad. ... Actually, Sweetie was not an easy cat to take care of. She was delicate and had a bad temper. Every time I tried to hold her, she would irritably swat me away with her tail or scratch my arm. Whenever that happened, Julian would mock me: "Chloe, you really have terrible luck with cats..." "If it really doesn't work out, I'll just leave her at a pet shop." I panicked, afraid Sweetie would be sent away. I often whined and promised that I would raise Sweetie to be plump and healthy. Only then would he generously say: "Fine... since you're begging me so much, I'll reluctantly let you keep her for a few days." I happily jumped on Julian and kissed his face: "You're the best, honey." In my heart, I was determined to make Sweetie completely dependent on me. To make Julian look at me with new respect. It wasn't until today that I realized how stupid I was. It turned out that Sweetie was a cat who always had only one owner. 2 But I couldn't figure it out. Why didn't Julian just tell me clearly? Why did he lie to me? I stepped forward and grabbed his cuff: "Julian, didn't you say Sweetie was a gift for me?" Both of them were startled by my sudden action. Julian reacted, frowning: "Chloe, let go first." I shook my head. Was it really just because I liked cats? And Sweetie just happened to need someone to take care of her? Just as Julian was about to speak... Mia interrupted him, pointing at me and asking: "Julian, is she the person you hired to take care of Sweetie?" I froze. I looked at Julian in disbelief. "What is she talking about?" Julian put his arm around my shoulder, completely ignoring my shock. "Chloe, you were basically the one I asked to take care of Sweetie." I broke free from his grasp: "But didn't you say you brought Sweetie back because I liked her?" Julian nodded: "Yes, if it weren't for you liking her, I would have left her at the pet shop." "But I don't recall saying I was giving you the cat..." "Baby, taking care of a cat is one thing, but we can't just steal someone else's pet..." My heart felt like it was pierced by a sharp sword. I stood there pale and rigid. My hands clenched involuntarily at my sides. Julian didn't notice anything wrong with me. He pulled me forward and introduced me, "Mia, you actually believed I was joking? This is my girlfriend, Chloe." "Thanks to her, Sweetie was well taken care of these past six months." Mia was stunned for a moment. Then she smiled, "Julian, you hid her well. Your girlfriend is so pretty." "Thank you, Chloe, for taking such good care of Sweetie for me." After saying that, she nudged Julian's arm, "Since your girlfriend is so accommodating, want to go to the party Mark is throwing later?" Julian readily agreed: "Sure, we definitely have to celebrate you coming back to the country." Mia looked delighted and linked her arm through his, "Then I'm afraid I'll have to ask your girlfriend to take care of my cat a little longer." I wanted to refuse. But my shoulder was squeezed hard. Julian: "No problem, my Chloe loves taking care of Sweetie the most." 3 It was 1 AM, and Julian still hadn't returned. After he and Mia left, the empty apartment was left with just me and Sweetie. After taking care of her for six months, I couldn't be totally heartless. I poured out some cat food and called her over to eat. Sweetie seemed not to hear, continuing to lie by the door, waiting. I figured she was probably waiting for Mia. I went over to hold her. But she extended her claws and scratched me. As if to say: Get lost, don't bother me. My heart was pierced again. Thinking about how, despite my best efforts over the past six months, she remained unmoved. Even when I approached. She would assume a defensive posture. A surge of anger rose in my chest. I kicked the cat bowl over. Instantly, cat food scattered all over the floor. Sweetie let out a frightened "meow," arched her back, and lunged at me. Just then, the door was violently pushed open. Mia rushed in, screaming: "Sweetie—" Julian followed closely behind. Mia quickly picked up Sweetie, looking at me with a defensive glare. "Chloe, what are you doing?" "What did Sweetie ever do to you? Do you really have to starve her?" "I... I didn't..." I tried to explain. But Mia wasn't listening. She raised her hand and shoved me. I wasn't expecting it, lost my balance, and fell to the floor. When you're unlucky, even drinking cold water can make you choke. When I fell, my lower back hit the corner of the sofa perfectly. The pain made me curl up, tears rolling down my face. I looked up at Julian. Only to find that he wasn't even glancing my way. He was busy comforting the woman in his arms. Mia cried pathetically, "This is abuse. I'm calling the police. I can't even imagine what kind of life Sweetie has lived these past six months..." "Julian, is your girlfriend even human? My cat is so well-behaved, how could she do this, boo hoo hoo..." Julian patted her back soothingly. His eyes overflowed with heartache. "Mia, maybe today was just an accident." "Chloe usually dotes on Sweetie." Hearing Julian speak up for me, Mia immediately pulled away from his embrace. Her tear-filled eyes glared at Julian. Without any real threat. "You're taking her side?" Julian paused, wanting to say he didn't mean that at all. Because he knew how much I liked Sweetie. But seeing Mia looking like she wouldn't let it go. Julian turned to me and coldly ordered: "Chloe, apologize to Mia and Sweetie. Say it was an accident." 4 The moment I looked up, my tears fell uncontrollably. Julian, in his immaculate custom suit, looked aloof and aristocratic. He was looking down at me with disdain. His eyes were indifferent and icy. Lacking even a trace of heartache. In a flash, the last string in my heart completely snapped. When I looked up again, I met Julian's gaze with calm composure. "Why should I?" Julian was stunned. "What did you say?" This time, I straightened my back and said firmly: "Why should I apologize? Do you even know what really happened?" Julian clearly didn't expect me, who was usually obedient and compliant, to fight back. He froze for a second, then quickly recovered. As if realizing something. He stepped forward and gripped my wrist tightly. "Chloe, there has to be a limit to your jealousy. Isn't it a fact that you kicked over the cat bowl?" "You've taken care of her for six months and Sweetie still doesn't like you. Why don't you look for the reason within yourself? Is it really that hard to apologize when you've done something wrong?" I didn't expect Julian to be so capable of twisting the truth. He was the one who lied to me. I foolishly raised the cat for six months. And the cat still wasn't affectionate with me. If I hadn't been wearing thick clothes today, my arm would have had deep, bloody scratches. But he didn't think about any of that. His heart had already tilted since Mia returned. A sudden, immense feeling of powerlessness surged over me. I couldn't be bothered to explain anymore. I swatted Julian's hand away and prepared to go upstairs. "Whatever you say." Seeing me leaving, Mia panicked and lunged to grab my hair. "Bitch, you hurt my cat and you think you can just walk away?" "Hiss," my hair felt like it was being pulled out by the roots, a piercing pain shooting through my scalp. I was forced to lean back. I instinctively reached out to protect my hair. But no matter how much I slapped at her hands, it was useless. I tried to reach out and pull her hair. But just as I was about to touch Mia, my hand was intercepted by a well-defined hand. My hand hung suspended in mid-air. Julian said coldly: "Chloe, have you thrown enough of a tantrum?!" It felt like a ball of cotton was lodged in my throat, unable to go up or down. My fingertips turned white from clenching them so tightly. I feigned composure. But I couldn't control my own eyes. I quickly lowered my gaze, letting the tears blur my vision. Julian seemed unable to bear it. He looked at Mia, "Mia, Chloe is just immature. She raised Sweetie for six months, so she has feelings for her. I believe she didn't intentionally keep Sweetie from eating." "How about this? You've vented your anger. For my sake, let's just drop this." After Julian finished speaking, Mia reluctantly let go. A clump of long black hair fell to the floor. "If it weren't for the fact that she's your girlfriend, she'd be locked up by now. You know I have the power to do that." Julian, like a sycophant, flattered her: "You're absolutely right." I didn't even look at them. I just turned and went upstairs. The thought of breaking up surfaced for the first time right then.
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