He Remembered Her Period, Not Mine
Chapter 1
The day before my period, I saw a note in my fiancé's memo.
【Predict tomorrow is her period, remember to prepare pads and painkillers in the bag.】
I smiled sweetly, touched by my fiancé's thoughtfulness.
Until the next day, when my lower abdomen cramped with pain, I went through my bag with a pale face, but there was nothing inside.
Dark red blood had soaked through my pants. Students pointed at my back and laughed. I thought he had simply forgotten.
But the new intern teacher had just posted on her social media:
【Just started work and met Mr. Nice mentoring me! He even prepared pads and painkillers for me. This period doesn't hurt at all.】
The accompanying photo showed ibuprofen and a pad.
The medicine was the brand I'd kept at home for years because of my cramps. The pad was the only brand I could use without an allergic reaction.
I turned off my phone and stared at the ring on my middle finger for a long while, then got up and went to the principal's office to apply for the international teacher exchange program.
Seven years, and he'd never remembered my cycle. There was no need for him to remember it anymore.