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Why I hate Middle Class Women

"I endured this pain day after day, drowned in the ocean of tears that weren't allowed to leave my eyes. I held on for long, but they didn't love to see that, they stepped upon my head, content to watch me drown in the emotional mess they caused." Seven relationships and all were doomed from the start. The same issues and the same outcome, all the girls he loved left him, cheated on him, stabbed him in the back. Was he hexed? Was he really the problem? Why did they never last? Chang Wu didn't know. All he knew was that, they were breaking his heart to smaller pieces every time they walked out of his life because he couldn't 'afford' them. He'd tried everything to the extent everyone called him a simp for women who wouldn't even do half of what he'd done for them. 'Why were all middle class women the same?' Why hadn't he met one that wouldn't push the burden of financial responsibilities on his shoulders. The more he thought of it, the more he bore hate, until he decided to give up on them, and aim for something higher.  Dating a rich woman was his next step. As impossible as it sounded and difficult to achieve, he thought the woman on the magazine cover that caught his attention would actually love him, not because of money because she already had that. There were problems, he had to live falsely to catch her eye and watch out for potential threats to avoid the truth from getting exposed, but how long would he pretend to be the opposite of what he truly was? How long would he lie? How long would he continue to live in fear? And most importantly, how would he put an end to the facade without getting his dream woman hurt?

SofarLunar · Urban
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152 Chs

Part II

WARNING: This part contains sensitive details and descriptions which might be hard to read because author also found it hard to type. If you can't stand how vivid this chapter is, you are advised to stop. Also stay tuned for the Ted talk parts that will start shortly after this chapter. 

"How old are you, Jessica?"

"I'm 12…"

"For a 12-year-old, you seem to have developed quite fast" The man reached out for her, but she quickly stepped back because of instincts.

"Huh? What's wrong? Don't you want us to bond?"

"I-i have homework to do."

"Okay then. I'll use this Time to make you something to eat."

"O-okay…" He smiled watching her walk away, then he made way for the kitchen.

Jessica was in her room when he opened the door without knocking then casually dropped the plate of porridge on her desk then pulled out an extra seat for himself.

"Want me to help you with your homework, I'm good at math."