A Vicious Cycle of Love and Hate

Summary

My breakup with my ex-boyfriend was ugly.

The year he loved me the most, I took three million dollars from his mother, aborted our child, and betrayed him.

He knelt outside the operating room, crying and begging me not to be so cruel.

He said he would hate me forever.

Six years later, we met again. He had found a beautiful girlfriend from a prestigious family and was about to get married.

And I, at my lowest point, went to him to borrow some money.

He forced me to attend his wedding, wanting me to watch him marry another woman.

He asked me, "Do you regret it?"