You Wanted Me to Beg Before Marriage? Too Bad, I Walked First Chapter 06

You Wanted Me to Beg Before Marriage? Too Bad, I Walked First Chapter 06

The real estate agent showed me several one-bedroom apartments near my office. Each one was perfectly suited for a person living alone.

Evan was unhappy with every one of them.

“Maya, even if you’re moving out, why do you have to live this far away from me?”

“If you miss me, it’ll take you half an hour even by Uber to get back to me.”

The agent struggled to remain professional and forced a polite smile.

“Really? Then your girlfriend has been commuting that far every day just to live with you.”

“That must have been exhausting.”

“How long is your commute?”

Evan immediately replied, “She chose to do it.”

The agent could only click their tongue repeatedly in disbelief.

The sound filled me with a strange sense of shame.

For the first time, I realized something I should have understood long ago.

A man like Evan was embarrassing to have as a boyfriend.

After that, he found something wrong with every apartment we toured.

“This apartment complex is ancient. One day the whole building could collapse. Even if it doesn’t, the plaster might fall on your head.”

“This place is so new, you can practically smell the paint and construction chemicals.”

“What’s so great about this one? Something about this place feels off.”

“This floor is way too high. What happens if the elevator breaks?”

“Do you really think you’ll get any sunlight on the third floor?”

The more he criticized, the quieter I became.

My disappointment in him gradually hardened into disgust.

The agent finally asked, “Could you tell me which apartment complex you live in now? I may be able to find something similar nearby.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Evan said. “What matters about a home isn’t the kind of place you live in. What matters is who you live with.”

He put his arm around my shoulders.

I jerked away as though I had been burned.

“I’ll take this one,” I told the agent.

“No, you won’t,” Evan said.

“I like it, Evan.”

“At least it isn’t a complete mess with endless piles of things waiting for me to clean up.”

“I won’t have to worry about the neighbors showing up at the door at any moment.”

“And it’s close to work, so I can sleep an extra half hour every morning.”

“I’m paying for it myself. I don’t need your opinion.”

Evan muttered, “Whatever.”

Yet when I began signing the lease, he tried to stop me again.

“Are you sure you don’t want to think about it a little longer?”

“I’m sure.”

“This apartment is tiny. Where am I supposed to play my games?”

“Evan, I didn’t factor you into this decision.”

“I’m not planning to keep living with you.”

“What is that supposed to mean? Are you breaking up with me?”

In my mind, we had already broken up.

Evan simply had not accepted it yet.

He still seemed completely certain that I could never leave him.

I nodded.

He laughed.

“Fine, Maya. You want to take it this far? I’ll play along.”

“I’m changing the locks the second I get home. You won’t be able to get back inside, and begging me won’t help.”

“I could go out and date a fucking dozen women—confident career women, sweet girl-next-door types, whoever—and every one of them would be more likable than you.”

“Let’s see how long you can keep acting this tough.”

I had always known how stubborn Evan could be.

Still, hearing him say those things in front of a stranger made me want to disappear from sheer embarrassment.

Without showing any emotion, I finished signing the lease, paid the security deposit, and picked up my bag.

Evan hurried after me.

“Maya, if you beg me now, I can still forgive you.”

“You’ve taken this far enough. Can’t you be reasonable for once?”

“Maya, Maya, just listen to me.”

He grabbed my bag and refused to let go.

“This is all because we didn’t get married today. Why are you making such a huge deal out of it?”

“It’s not like I’m refusing to marry you.”

“We’ll go to the courthouse tomorrow and get married, okay? Just stop this.”

I looked at him.

“Evan, are you begging me?”

“Why would I beg you?”

The denial came automatically.

“Then I’m begging you.”

“Please let us break up and go our separate ways. Can we do that?”

In the end, we parted on bad terms.

When I moved out of Evan’s apartment, he was still sitting on the couch playing his game without even looking up.

The apartment was a disaster, and his sneakers were still lying by the door, covered in grime.

“You really think you don’t need me anymore, huh?”

“I’m warning you. Walking out is easy, but don’t expect me to let you come back.”

I closed the door behind me.

Something crashed inside.

It sounded as though he had broken his phone again.