My Birthday, My Downfall novel Chapter 35

But he quickly consoled himself.

Grace had loved him for so long.

They had been together for three years—not three days or three months.

He knew better than anyone how much she had invested in their relationship.

So now, he told himself, she was probably just too hurt, too angry with him.

But to say she would truly let go of their relationship?

Paul didn't believe it.

"Paul, if you keep drinking like this, do you want to die?"

"Do you know how worried everyone has been about you lately?"

A friend grabbed the bottle and tried to persuade him earnestly.

"We just called Helen. She's on her way to take you home. Please, stop drinking, okay?"

Paul suddenly felt a wave of disgust at the mere mention of Helen's name.

He shoved his friend aside and smashed the bottle onto the floor.

"Who told you to call her? Did I ask her to come?"

"She's your girlfriend. Who else should we call?"

"What kind of girlfriend is she to me?"

Paul let out a cold laugh.

"Do you not know who my real girlfriend is?"

The group exchanged uncertain glances.

"Paul, have you forgotten? You and Grace broke up…"

"Yeah, and didn't you tell us in the group chat to call Helen ‘sister-in-law'?"

"Grace even congratulated you two before leaving the chat."

"Aren't you and Helen supposed to be getting engaged?"

"There won't be an engagement."

Paul gestured for someone to open another bottle.

"Paul, you really shouldn't drink any more…"

"You think I'll listen to you?"

"No, you never listen to us. You've only ever listened to Grace."

"If Grace were still here, you'd have gone home with her without a fuss and wouldn't be drinking yourself into the hospital."

Paul didn't respond, but he didn't deny it either.

One of his friends pulled out his phone.

"Fine, I'll call Grace right now."

"If even her words don't work on you, then there's nothing we can do."

But to everyone's surprise, the call didn't go through.

They all tried calling her one by one.

Every single one of their numbers had been blocked and deleted by Grace.

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

Paul sat on the sofa, his eyes like frost.

"Maybe Grace is just really angry."

"Yeah, Paul. After all, you broke up with her so abruptly and got involved with her so-called sister."

"Anyone would feel wronged, anyone would find that unbearable."

"She's been living alone these past weeks."

"My cousin saw her leaving the cemetery after her mom's anniversary. Her eyes were swollen from crying."

"Paul, maybe you should go to her apartment and find her…"

Originally, she had wanted to throw it all away, even though the bottles were high-end and unopened.

But Paul only liked this particular scent.

When she had tried other fragrances, he had clearly shown his disdain.

So she had no choice but to keep using this one, even if she hated it.

"If you like it, I'll use it every day…"

Helen tilted her head, her alluring eyes shimmering, undeniably captivating.

But Paul's expression suddenly changed.

Then, without warning, he shoved her away forcefully.

"Paul?"

Helen was confused, and their friends were equally shocked.

"Helen."

Paul looked at her with an expressionless face, his tone eerily calm.

But anyone could tell that he was on the verge of exploding with anger.

"Paul, what's wrong with you…"

Helen tried to step forward again, attempting to hold onto his arm.

This time, Paul raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

"Paul!"

"Paul, you hit me?" Helen clutched her cheek, tears streaming down her face in grievance.

But Paul let out a cold laugh.

"Aren't you allergic to peaches, Helen?"

"Didn't you cry to me, saying Grace had someone put peach juice on your bed and nearly killed you?"