My Childhood Sweetheart Fell in Love with Someone Else, Then Regretted and Begged for My Forgiveness in Tears Chapter 1

My childhood sweetheart suddenly officially announced his relationship one night.

His girlfriend was the girl who had been pursuing him for three weeks.

One day, he finally snapped at me, his tone impatient: "If it's not important, can you please stop bothering me?"

But he knew very well that I lost my right leg because of him.

I looked at him coldly and left with a parting shot, "Don't think too highly of yourself."

A few months later, he was crying at my doorstep, begging for forgiveness.

0Recently, a girl has been relentlessly pursuing my childhood friend.

She sent flowers on Valentine's Day, brought water when he played basketball, and waited for him after evening study sessions - she tried every trick in the book.

I thought she would fail like all of Jack's countless admirers before her, but when I asked Jack about his feelings towards her, I saw him hesitate for the first time.

Although he eventually told me to stop asking such pointless questions, I noticed something different.

After one basketball game, when he accepted the water Emma handed him, I saw a genuine smile on his face amidst the teasing from others.

I realized he had fallen for Emma.

Otherwise, why would he suddenly leave our dinner together when he received a message from Emma asking for help?

I cleaned up our table and limped after him.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Emma said someone was following her," he replied urgently.

As he said this, I clearly felt Jack quicken his pace.

I was stunned for a moment, instinctively trying to speed up as well.

But I forgot that my right leg was a prosthetic, and I couldn't run fast.

The next second, I fell to the ground, letting out a cry of pain.

Jack turned to look at me, but his eyes lacked their usual concern and worry.

I knew that look - it was irritation and disdain. I had seen it in many people's eyes before.

He came forward to help me up, his brows furrowed and his tone unusually cold:

"What's going on?"

"Why are you following me? Why didn't you go back to the dorm? Don't you know your own body's limitations?"

Scared by his tone, I instinctively apologized: "I'm sorry."

I wanted to keep up with him too.

He seemed to finally realize he had said something wrong and ruffled my hair several times:

"Lily, I didn't mean it like that. Don't cry."

He said, "Emma might be in danger. Be good and go back to the dorm, okay?"

I nodded, and he let out a relieved sigh before turning and leaving.

As Jack's figure disappeared from my sight, I suddenly felt like crying. But I held it in.

It was just... an inexplicable feeling of hurt.

That day, my leg was actually scraped, but Jack didn't notice because I was wearing long pants.

In the end, I stumbled back to the dorm alone. I walked very slowly, and by the time I reached the dorm, I saw a new post on Reddit.

Emma wasn't in any danger that night; it was just a grand confession she had planned.

Opening the photo, I saw Jack standing in a heart shape made of candles, his ears red.

Emma stood opposite him, her face blushing.

The post quickly gained traction. Most comments were along the lines of "What a perfect couple" and "The girl is so brave."

Among the hundreds of comments, I even saw my name mentioned.

"Who still remembers Jack's limping sidekick?"

But this comment was quickly buried. I didn't pay much attention to it.

That night, Jack officially announced their relationship.

The caption read: "A new chapter, my heart belongs to Emma."

He attached the photo of their confession from that night.

With trembling fingers, I commented "Congratulations" under his post.

On the day they got together, Jack replied with thanks to every comment congratulating them on that Reddit post, except for the one mentioning me. He skipped over it.

In the past, he would have immediately lashed out at anyone in the comments who insulted me, not stopping until they apologized.

But now, he chose to ignore the humiliation directed at me to maintain the beautiful atmosphere of his new relationship.

I knew that Jack and I were drifting apart.

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