Emily: “Forget the roses, too cliché. I need a new perfume!”
Jason: “Fine, I’ll buy you perfume. I’ll give the roses to Rachel—she’s been hinting at an anniversary gift nonstop. She’s annoying, so this should shut her up.”
I stared at the bright red roses on the table.
But my heart grew colder and colder.
So, what he gave me was just what Emily didn’t want. And I had treated it like a treasure.
Just then, Emily sent another message:
“I’ve got some friends celebrating my birthday. Wanna come? Same old place. Don’t bring your nagging wife—she ruins everything. If you do, I’ll flip out!”
The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.
I hurriedly took screenshots of the chat, marked the messages unread, and set his phone back down.
Jason came out, a white towel wrapped around his waist, hair dripping wet.
His firm chest and defined abs made it hard to deny—Jason kept himself in great shape.
He sat down, buried his head against my neck, nuzzling me like a puppy.
“Babe, tonight I’ll take good care of you.”
On another day, I might have given in.
But tonight, I could only sneer inside.
The next second, his phone chimed.
He picked it up—Emily again.
“My good boy, are you coming or not? At least reply!”