Fighting back my nausea, I slapped him awake. "Get out!"
Only when he saw me pinching my nose and frowning did Mark finally recall that the smell of blue cheese made me nauseous. He scrambled out the door with the cheese.
By dawn the next day, the smell had finally dissipated.
He’d prepared a table full of steaming breakfast dishes and called me to eat.
"Honey, Cassie said, places will be crowded during the Independence Day Holiday, so she doesn’t want to go to Japan anymore. I've canceled the tickets and hotel.”
He mentioned her as casually as if yesterday's events had never happened.
"Oh, it’s okay. After all, it's not good to go out and nd squeeze in crowds during early pregnancy; it can easily harm the baby."
Cassie was the one who had insisted on joining our trip. Now she was the one using crowds as an excuse to stay home. The reason was obvious.
But Mark suddenly slammed his utensils down.
"Jane! You're truly unreasonable!"
“When you admit you’re wrong, I’ll come home!”
He grabbed his car keys and stormed out and for the next few days, he did not return home.
From that small group chat, I already knew he was staying at Cassie's place.
They were inseparable, looking like a married couple.