Your love fake

Graduation didn’t feel like an ending.

It felt like a promise.

The university gate stood behind us, tall and familiar .

 Jenny walked beside me, her heels clicking hard against the pavement.

 She held her certificate tightly, like it might fly away if she loosened her grip.

“We did it,” I said, smiling at her.

She smiled back, but something in inside her .

I noticed that.

I noticed everything about her.

 The way she used to walk closer to me without thinking. The way she used to lean into my shoulder when she was tired

. That day, there was a small space between us. 

Not large enough to see—but large enough to feel.

First time feel. 

Three years of loving her quietly, fiercely, completely.

I thought graduation was the start of our real life together.

I didn’t know it was the beginning of the end.

Jenny

After graduation, everyone talked about dreams.

Jobs. Travel. Marriage.

They all sounded beautiful when spoken out loud.

But inside me 

Jenny lee pov

I loved Cheaung. I truly did. He was gentle, loyal, sincere. 

When the world felt loud, he felt safe. 

But safety without money is fragile. 

I had seen my parents fight over bills.

 I had seen love turn bitter under pressure.

I didn’t want that life.

Cheaung tried so hard. Too hard.

 And still, the world didn’t open doors for him.

When Lim Kim’s proposal came, it felt unreal. He was older.

Established. Calm. He offered certainty, not promises.

I didn’t say yes immediately.

But I didn’t say no either to him .

Is it bcz he is rich .

Cheaung

The first time Jenny cancelled our dinner, she said she was tired.

The second time, she said she had family work.

The third time, she didn’t explain at all.

I told myself not to be insecure. Love shouldn’t doubt. Love should trust.

But something was slipping.

At  evening, she texted me:

Let’s meet tonight. I want tell you something important 

 

IMPORTANT???

My heart raced

Talk about what?

I rehearsed conversations all night.

 Maybe she wanted to talk about moving in together. Maybe about marriage.

 I imagined telling her I wasn’t rich yet, but I would be.

I  STAY with hope.

Jenny

I chose the café near the river because it used to mean something to us.

That was cruel.

But I needed a place where my heart could remember everything—so my mind wouldn’t hesitate.

I arrived early. Sat straight. Practiced my calm.

When Cheaung walked in, smiling like always, my chest tightened.

I FEEL SOMETHING BROKE INSIDE ME .

For one second, I almost stood up and about to hug him but i didn't. 

Almost.

Cheaung pov

She didn’t smile immediately.

Why i am feel something going happen .

Jenny ? I asked softly. 

You okay?

She nodded.

 Too quickly.

“Kang Cheaung,” she said, using my full name. She only did that when she was serious. “I’ll say this directly.

My hands went cold.

“I’m getting married.”

The words didn’t make sense.

I laughed. I actually laughed.

“Stop,” I said. “That’s not funny.”

She didn’t react.

“I’m serious.”

The world tilted.

Are you kidding?

No .

“To… who?” I asked, my voice already breaking.

“Lim Kim.”

The name sounded expensive. Heavy. Final.

“He proposed,” she continued. “I accepted.”

My chest burned.

What about me? I whispered. 

What about us?

She looked at me like she had already said goodbye in her heart.

I expected anger.

I expected shouting.

I didn’t expect him to look so small.

We had good memories, I said carefully. 

But reality is different.

“Reality?” he repeated.

 “Is loving me unreal now?”

I couldn’t answer that.

I stayed calm because if I didn’t, I would collapse.

Cheaung .

“So this is because I’m poor,” I said.

She didn’t deny it.

I'm poor that's problem. 

That silence destroyed me.

I stood up, then sat back down, dizzy.

“Jenny, please,” I said. “Don’t do this. 

I love you. I’ll work harder. I’ll take two jobs. Three. I’ll—”

She raised her hand.

“Stop.”

That single word felt like a slap.

“Love doesn’t pay rent,” she said calmly. “It doesn’t guarantee peace.”

Tears poured down my face.

I didn’t care who saw.

I dropped to my knees.

“I’m begging you,” I cried. 

Please don’t leave me.

 I’ll wait. I’ll change.

 Just don’t abandon me like this.”

Don't leave me .

My pride died on that floor.

Jenny

Seeing him kneel broke something inside me.

But I stayed still.

If I moved, I would fall with him.

“Get up,” I said coldly. 

“Please don’t do this.”

“You’re my life,” he said. “Without you, I’m nothing.”

That scared me.

Love that desperate becomes a cage.

“I’ve made my decision . 

.I said, forcing calm into my voice. “This is goodbye.

Cheaung .

“Say you don’t love me,” I begged.  Say it clearly.

She hesitated.

Then—

“I don’t love you enough to choose you.”

That was worse.

She stood up.

“I hope you understand someday,” she said.

Then she walked away.

I stayed there, shaking, while my heart shattered piece by piece.

Jenny

I didn’t look back.

If I did, I would run to him.

And I couldn’t afford that mistake.

Cheaung pov 

That night, I learned something cruel.

Love can beg.

But pride never kneels.

The end