"How long are you going to keep pretending, keeping up that pathetic sense of pride?"
Her breath was slightly ragged, her chest rising and falling as her eyes bore into mine.
It was as if she wanted to burn a hole right through me.
"Do you know? With your current situation, it'll be hard to even find a decent girlfriend!"
"Who would want to spend their life with a broke guy like you?"
I looked at her flushed cheeks, the thin sheen of moisture in her eyes.
Once, such a gaze would have softened me, made my heart flutter.
Now, it stirred nothing—only calm. Not a ripple.
I was about to respond when my phone vibrated in my pocket.
I pulled it out. The screen lit up, displaying a message.
[Honey, our baby is almost done with school. Don't forget to pick her up from kindergarten.]
The sender was saved as "Wife."
My thumb paused over the screen. Before I could put the phone away, Sheena's eyes fell on the message.
Time seemed to stop.
The agitation, anger, and that condescending pity on her face drained away like the tide receding.
All that remained was shock and disbelief.
Rain dripped from her hair, unnoticed.
"You..."
"You're married? And... have a child?!"
