“Honey, my best friends are taking me for the prenatal checkup today. You can’t get along with them anyway, so don’t come and ruin the mood.”
I clutched her shirt with trembling hands.
“Can we go another day? My stomach hurts. Can you stay with me… just today?”
It was my last attempt to give her a way out. If she still insisted on leaving, then I didn’t want her anymore.
From outside, Tristan smacked his lips impatiently.
“Hurry up, it’s boiling hot out here!”
Cassandra shoved my hand away, her face full of disgust.
“Why are you pretending? You were fine just now! A grown man pulling such a pathetic trick.”
She pushed me back onto the sofa. My heart sank.
Tristan strolled in, pinching Cassandra’s cheek playfully.
“Don’t be so fierce. Some men are just like that—sensitive, suspicious, always wanting the world to revolve around them. It’s normal, not even a flaw.”
Cassandra snorted, contempt dripping from her voice.
“If he were even a tenth as good as you, I wouldn’t care.”
Her eyes suddenly fell on Tristan’s open zipper. She reached out casually and tugged it up.
“Idiot. Didn’t you notice?”
Tristan let her fuss with it, grinning.
“Gentle! That hurts.”
She pressed it down harder, smirking.