Tenant's Secret Love

Chapter 4: A weekend with a curse

It was almost 2 o'clock when I returned to my original place of residence. After paying the taxi fare, I walked towards my building, not feeling anxious at all. After all, it was the weekend, and I could be a little late. However, I had a headache from the 4,016 yuan I owed her. Even if she sold me right then, she still wouldn't get that much money.

When I arrived at the building where I live, I was dumbfounded, and then my anger made my lungs ache. My luggage had been moved to the hallway of the building, and some of the luggage that couldn't fit in the hallway had been soaked by the rain, including a pair of black leather shoes that Brittany had given me a long time ago.

I threw away my umbrella, felt for the keys in my pocket, and ran up the stairs.

The key unsnapped the door lock, and I kicked the door open. Standing in the living room, I angrily shouted, "Bitch, get the fuck out here."

I cursed three times, but there was no response. I kicked open the door to the room she was in, but it was empty.

Looking at the immaculately tidy room, and thinking about my luggage out in the rain, the fire in my heart flared up even more. I lifted my hand and threw the quilt on her bed to the ground, and in my anger, I even overturned the mattress, scattering pillows and blankets all over the floor.

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After the hysteria, I stood in Renee's room and lit a cigarette to ease my anger.

Renee didn't know when she stood in the doorway of the room, holding a mop and a plastic bag with a lot of daily necessities in her hand. She must have just gone to the supermarket.

She glared at me, and I grabbed her clothes at the chest and dragged her into the room. The force was so strong that she dropped the bag and mop in her hand, and the things were scattered all over the floor again. The room, which was just spotless, was instantly a mess because of my anger.

I dragged her to the window and opened it, making her look at the luggage soaking in the rain. I cursed and said, "Are you fucking crazy? Why did you leave my luggage in the rain?"

Renee broke free from me and said coldly, "I asked someone to help you move it out when you didn't show up. Is there a problem?"

"I was delayed by other things. What's wrong with being a little late?"

"Promises are promises," Renee said with unyielding eyes.

"You're fucking unbelievable!" I was even more angry, and raised my hand as if to slap her.

I thought she would instinctively move out of the way or close her eyes, but she just looked at me coldly, without even blinking.

I lowered my hand and said to her with narrowed eyes, "You bring everything back up here exactly as it was, and I'll pretend this never happened."

"I'm not going," Renee said to me with tears in her beautiful eyes, but with determination.

I nodded, 'You're not going, are you?...'

As soon as I finished speaking, I threw the quilts and blankets on the floor out the window with all the pleasure of venting and taking revenge.

In the rain and wind, the falling quilts and blankets looked so desolate and innocent, and also like a series of deep and shallow scars ruthlessly revealed. I looked a little lost and a little regretful. I shouldn't have been so impulsive, and I shouldn't have treated this stubborn woman in front of me like this. Perhaps it was the black leather shoes that fell in the rain that stimulated me. My heart twitched. In the afterimage of the rain falling on the black leather shoes, I seemed to see my own and Brittany's dead love.