After the Eight Years of Love I Gave Up

Love Story Chapter 13

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I persuaded my brother into the study room after much effort, then looked at Nico's face, which now resembled a color palette, and reluctantly invited him in -I had to do a good job of handling the aftermath and calming things down, as I was really afraid he might call the I dipped a cotton swab in some medicine and carefully applied it to Nico's injuries.

I felt a warmth on my hand as he took hold of it.

I pulled away and continued applying the medicine:

"I'm just apologizing on behalf of my brother. Regardless of anything else, him resorting to violence was wrong. Don't misunderstand."

"He was just upset," Nico said, his expression dejected and his eyes reddening a bit:

"Emily, let's talk. If I say I've actually broken things off cleanly with Violet, would you be willing to give us another chance?"

"Actually, I didn't come to see you today for her sake. When I heard her say you were causing trouble for her because of me, I was actually a bit happy. At least it proves that you care about me. That you're not entirely indifferent about the end of this relationship." "Since you found out about my... situation, you've been too calm.

So calm that I almost thought you had never loved me. I was just upset, that's why I..."

"In our relationship, you've always been so high and mighty, like a proud princess. It's always been me following behind you. I felt insecure, that's why I did something stupid."

I interrupted him, finding it laughable:

"So you chose someone younger, with less life experience, to seek a man's sense of superiority?"

There was no point in saying more. I put away the medicine box:

"I didn't do anything to Violet, whether you believe it or not."

"As for you and me, getting back together is impossible. When I decided to withdraw my feelings for you, it meant the end, with no possibility of return."

Nico leaned back on the sofa, powerless:

"I really want to know how you manage to be so detached. After all, we had a ten-year relationship..."

Seeing his pretense of being deep in love, I found it somewhat amusing and couldn't help voicing my thoughts:

"I also really want to know how you manage to act like a devoted lover in front of me after doing all those things?"

"Talking about our ten-year relationship, who are you to do that?"

"Haven't we ended up here because you were eyeing other options while still with me?"

"You should be the detached one, right? After being together for ten years, you felt bored so you cheated; when you wanted to come back, you expected me to welcome you with open arms.

Am I supposed to revolve around you? On what grounds?"

"Up to now, have you said a single 'sorry' to me? Have you thought about the harm you've caused me? When you and your drinking buddies made a fool of me, when you told others I was old and couldn't excite you in bed, did you think about Where that put me?"

"Impotence is a medical condition. If you have a problem, go see a doctor. Don't push it onto me."

The more I spoke, the angrier I became, so I decided to say everything that had been bottled up inside:

"I know that after we became incompatible in that aspect, plus some occasional disagreements at work, you started becoming dissatisfied with me."

"But don't forget, it was you who begged me to come back to the company."

"You wanted me to be capable at work, yet also satisfy you in bed. Nico, I'm a human being, not a machine!"

Nico hadn't expected that I even

knew about the nonsense he had said to his friends to save face. My stream of questions left him unable to lift his head, his face flushed red as he tried to leave.

"Stop right there!" I pointed at him, "Pack up your things before you go. I don't want to see you again."

In the end, Nico fled in a panic, not even wanting his belongings, telling me to deal with them as I saw fit.

I had originally wanted to have a dignified ending with him, out of respect for our ten-year relationship.

But the fact proved that respect should be given to those who deserve it, and he didn't. "Emily---"

My brother walked out of the study, looking at me with sympathy.

He must have heard everything... I awkwardly waved at him:

"What? Don't get all sentimental on me, you big guy."

"It's just kicking out a scumbag, isn't your sister cool..."

When facing family, even a small wound can become excruciatingly painful.

I meant to smile, but tears started flowing uncontrollably from my eyes, unstoppable.

My brother held me tightly in his arms.

After the breakup, for the first time in front of my family, I cried my heart out.