"Now everyone knows that Dylan is just a simp for Christa."

"Didn't you see how cowardly Dylan was? His girlfriend was with someone else, but he did nothing and just walked away with his head down, hahaha."

After Joseph finished speaking, the two of them stood in the corridor laughing.

I clenched my fists, with the sounds from that day echoing in my mind.

Just then, Joseph saw me and walked straight toward me.

"Did Christa just tell you to come and help me with my luggage?

"I was talking to you. Didn't you hear me? Do you still want to be with Christa or not..."

Before he finished speaking, I swung a punch at him.

He looked at me in disbelief.

"What are you doing? Believe me, I will tell Christa about it."

As soon as I heard that name, I couldn't help it anymore. I kicked him to the ground and sat on him in no time.

I grabbed his neck tightly, my eyes bloodshot.

Watching him struggle desperately, I only had one thought, to kill him.

"You and Christa are really a perfect match. You two better be together forever and not harm others."

Those in the corridor were dumbfounded by the situation.

The guy who was talking to Joseph just now came over to separate us, pushing me to the ground. Matthew and the others heard it and ran out of our dorm.

In a moment, the corridor was in chaos.

And there was only one thought in my mind.

I wanted Christa and Joseph to pay the price. I wanted them to have a taste of being betrayed by their loved ones and feel worse than death.

In the end, this farce ended only when the police intervened.

After making a statement with the police, I must find someone to bail me out.

This time, I was in a pickle. My family had been very depressed recently because of my grandpa's death.

After thinking about it, I made a phone call.

Then, I sat on a bench in the corridor of the police department, waiting quietly.

The scene of the years between Christa and me kept playing in my mind.

I deserved the current situation.

"Oh, how impressive! You even got the police involved when you broke up."

The person who came was my neighbor Della Stewart. We grew up together since we were young.

At that time, she was the first to disagree when I pursued Christa. Since I got together with Christa, I hadn't been in contact with her much.

"Ouch."

Della deliberately poked the wound on my face with her finger and said, "You should have listened to my advice."