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At a friends' gathering, my boyfriend's female best friend grabbed my phone while I was in the bathroom. She announced to everyone: "Weren't you all curious about what she writes in her phone notes? Let's take a look right now!" Everyone crowded around: "It's definitely about how pathetically she chased after Jason. Didn't she have a crush on him for three years?" In an instant, all eyes turned to Jason Sinclair. He lounged lazily on the private room sofa, a satisfied smile on his face. "Jason, can I open it?" Jason didn't stop her. So Sophia unlocked my notes and read the first page. "Today I finally ran into Jason. I confessed to him and he called me crazy." Everyone burst into laughter. Then came the second page: "Jason finally agreed to be with me. I'm so happy." ... The last page: "Three years of being with Jason, and I still can't see him as you." 0 The words hung in the air, and the room fell silent. Jason's face darkened as he snatched the phone away. No one dared speak. In the tense atmosphere, someone called out: "Victoria's here." Everyone turned to look at me with mocking eyes. I had witnessed everything from outside the door. My whole body felt cold. Jason seemed even angrier than me, his eyes filled with rage. Seeing me standing still, he got up and forcefully dragged me to the stairwell. "Victoria, what does that last line mean?" "Who is he?" The dim light shifted across Jason's face, and I froze for a second. The face looked so similar. But no matter how similar, he still wasn't him. Perhaps my gaze was too obvious. Jason grew even angrier and punched the wall behind me. "Who are you looking at through me?" I snapped back to reality and countered: "And what about you? You're my boyfriend, yet you let another woman go through my private things?" Jason froze, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. Just then, Sophia came running out, playing the peacemaker: "Jason, how could Victoria possibly have someone else in her heart? She probably made someone up in her notes just to make you jealous." "It's all fake. Didn't Victoria do plenty of crazy things to chase you before?" Perhaps remembering how I used to stop at nothing to pursue him, even using other men to provoke him. Jason finally calmed down, his face showing its usual hint of disdain. He stepped back from me, frowning: "Victoria, are you done with your games? Only you could come up with something this boring." "You're so annoying, always being so dramatic. Do I have to revolve around you twenty-four seven?" Sophia chimed in: "Victoria, don't do this kind of thing again. I'm keeping an eye out for you—you're the only woman by Jason's side." I scoffed. Wasn't she a woman too? Then Sophia deliberately hooked her arm around Jason's shoulder, saying casually: "Jason, let's go back. The guys are waiting to party all night." "Let Victoria cool off by herself. You can't keep spoiling her." Jason looked at her, an indulgent smile appearing on his face that even he wasn't aware of. A bitter ache rose in my heart. Just like before, he would always indulge Sophia. Whatever she wanted, he would agree to. But with me, he was always harsh. When Sophia had cramps, one phone call could make him abandon me and rush to take care of her all night. When it was my turn, he would just say: "Drink some hot water. Everyone else deals with it. Just tough it out." Despite being treated coldly by him countless times, I never felt wronged. As long as I could see that face, it was enough. Watching them playfully walk away together, my thoughts were interrupted by a message. I opened the screen. It was from a number I knew by heart. "I'm back." 0