On the eve of the finals, my girlfriend of seven years tricked me into drinking water mixed with a banned drug for the sake of her one true love, then told me to withdraw from the competition.
“It's just a championship. What's the big deal about letting Ah Heng have it?”
“If you insist on competing tomorrow, don't blame me for reporting you for match-fixing.”
I clung desperately to her hand and asked why. She raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I guess people are at their stupidest when they keep asking why.”
I sat alone all night. In the end, I saw the news on TV that Lin Heng had won the championship.
Ha. I'd lost the bet with my parents, the one about giving everything up for true love, completely. At last, I called a number I hadn't contacted in a long time.
“Dad, you win. I'll come back and inherit the family business, just like we agreed.”
