There was none of the playful charm she had shown Dwayne. With me, she was all impatient.
“Already ate outside?” I asked.
“Yeah. Just grabbed something quick while working overtime.”
“I meant in another way.” My voice turned cold.
Her eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean? I work my ass off every day, and you’re accusing me now?”
Wordlessly, I unlocked my phone, pulled up the pictures, and set it on the table.
But her face only hardened as she saw the photos. “You followed me? Do you even call yourself a man?”
She scoffed. “You’re suspicious of me before we’re even married. Maybe we should just break up.”
After that, she turned away and stormed into the bedroom. The door slammed shut behind her with no explanation, not even an attempt.
Anger and frustration burned in my chest. I shoved the door open. “You’re not even going to explain?”
“Explain what? It was just dinner. You’re overreacting. And since you were following me, you know I didn’t do anything.”
True, she hadn’t gone further. But what she had done was enough to make my chest ache.
“That man you had dinner with. That was Dwayne Choen, wasn’t it?” I pressed.
“Yes. Him.”