After forgetting my umbrella and being unable to go home for a while, I went to the beef shop across the road and ordered a bowl of beef soup to warm my body.
Just as I sat down, a known figure stood across from me.
It was Azalea.
“Do you mind if I sit here?”
I shook my head.
“The table belongs to the beef shop. Please make yourself at home.”
She paused, then stayed silent.
Soon after, the shop owner brought over two bowls of hot beef soup.
Azalea did not pick up her utensils, but only watched me quietly.
After a long time, she slowly said, “The car crash last time was an accident. Zekeiah Stormvale just posted it on his Instagram Story and he only happened to catch you in the photo.”
“It’s fine, it’s all behind us.”
Two weeks earlier, I went to give home service to a client with mobility problems.
On the way, I was hit by a fast Mercedes-Benz, broke through the guardrail, the car flipped over and I got injured.
After being saved, I learned that the driver who caused the crash was Azalea’s husband.
That childhood sweetheart, whom Azalea cheated on me with twice at my engagement party and wedding.