Chapter 1Trash-Talking My Ex on the Train... Right Next to His Dad

While I was shamelessly trash-talking my ex with my best friend on the train, the middle-aged man sitting next to us suddenly turned his head and asked:

"Excuse me, that 6'2" guy you just said 'couldn't perform'—is his name Liam? Liam Sterling?"

I was completely clueless, so I just nodded. "Yeah, that's him."

The older man gave me a deep look, sighed with profound regret, and whipped out his phone to furiously text someone.

I didn't think much of it and went right back to gossiping.

But to my absolute shock, the moment the train pulled into the station and I stepped onto the platform, I saw my ex striding toward me with that drop-dead gorgeous face of his. He let out a cold laugh and sneered:

"You haven't even tried me yet, and you're already spreading rumors to my dad that I can't get it up?"

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After getting into a huge fight and breaking up with Liam, I was sitting on a mountain of unvented anger.

So, I dragged my best friend, Mia, bought tickets for the Amtrak to the capital, and decided I needed a change of scenery.

On the train, I scrolled through my chat history with Liam.

It was still stuck on the screen where I sent the breakup text.

He hadn't replied with a single word.

Some people are alive, but they might as well be dead.

I angrily locked my screen, turned to Mia, and started trash-talking him.

"You have no idea... how awful he is!"

Mia frowned and asked, "How awful?"

I pursed my lips and started listing his crimes like I was reading a receipt.

"The day before yesterday, he forgot to buy me a cupcake!

"The day before that, he forgot my morning kiss!

"And the day before that, he actually had the nerve to say the cherry tomatoes I bought were the size of regular tomatoes!"

Hearing my list, Mia nodded thoughtfully and agreed, "That is pretty awful! How could he not buy you a cupcake?!"

Me: "Right?! Exactly!"

"So... that's why you broke up with him?" Mia shot me a confused look.

She probably couldn't fathom why I would dump someone as insanely hot as Liam over a cupcake.

Looking at Mia's confused eyes, I fell silent for a few seconds.

Of course that wasn't the reason.

Just last night, right when things were getting heated and we were about to go all the way, he suddenly checked a text on his phone.

After reading it, without saying a word, he pulled his pants on, got up, and left. Before walking out the door, he just dropped a casual, "Go to sleep early."

I didn't overthink it at first. But later, I saw someone mention in a group chat that Liam's first love had returned from overseas, lost a game of Truth or Dare, and had to call guys to come drink with her.

Obviously, Liam had gone to her.

Between me and his first love, Liam chose her.

Upon realizing this, I was so furious that I instantly texted him we were done.

But getting stood up in the middle of the night like that was way too humiliating. I would rather die than admit that part.

So, I put on a righteous tone, though my eyes darted away shiftily.

"Of course not! You don't know this, but every night he dresses super conservatively. He's more old-fashioned than I am!

"Honestly, I suspect... he can't get it up!"

Hearing this, Mia's jaw dropped. "Seriously?! Liam can't perform? You'd never guess it! He's 6'2" and he has such a great nose!"

"All show and no go," I said, shaking my head like a wise old sage.

But just as I was about to continue tearing him down, we were suddenly interrupted by the middle-aged man sitting next to us.

The man looked at us kindly and asked: "Excuse me, young lady, the 6'2" guy you just said 'couldn't perform'—is his name Liam? Liam Sterling?"

Hearing his polite question, I was confused.

But I answered honestly.

"Yeah, that's him."

Seeing me nod, the man gave me a deep look, sighed with profound regret, and then lowered his head to furiously text someone on his phone.

I shook my head, didn't overthink it, and went right back to venting.

After gossiping with Mia for the entire ride, my mood had significantly improved.

Before getting off the train, I was even in a good enough mood to wish the middle-aged man a safe trip.

But I never expected that the moment the train arrived and I stepped onto the platform...

I would see my ex striding toward me with that drop-dead gorgeous face of his, letting out a cold laugh, and saying: "You haven't even tried me yet, and you're already spreading rumors to my dad that I can't get it up?"

Me: "?"

Wait, what?

That guy on the train was his dad?!