That person had warned me. “Sorry, Felicia. The movie star is serious this time. I had no choice.”
I didn’t say much after hearing that, just smoked a cigarette.
The habit of smoking was cultivated through endless rounds of drinking. Daniel has high standards, so choosing scripts for him isn’t easy.
I worked hard at it. I could drink and smoke like a pro.
That’s when I built my connections and that’s when I developed my menstrual cramps.
Clutching my stomach, I called Daniel, “Have you finished comforting her?”
“Come join me for a bowl of beef noodle soup, okay?”
Daniel paused for a while and said, “Felicia, I don’t like beef noodle soup anymore.”
“I’m too exhausted today. I’ll make it up to you another day, okay/”
The call ended. I stared blankly for who knows how long until Emily posted another live photo. Daniel was eating her leftovers, looking helpless but indulgent.
[A husband eating his wife’s leftovers is the only natural thing.]
I looked at the two now-cold bowls of noodle soup and suddenly felt my stomach twist in pain.
The pain was so intense that I rushed to the pharmacy for medicine. But then, I bumped into Daniel buying condoms.