"I've been a strategist for six years, Naomi, and I've never found a single flaw in Wilbur. A man this perfect is rare. If you push him away for no reason and he ends up back on the market, you’ll regret it," she groaned, sounding a bit annoyed.
Just then, I saw Wilbur about to leave, so I replied to my friend, "He's leaving. I’ll talk to you later."
Then, I started the car and followed him.
For the entire day, he stayed at his parents' house.
As such, relief washed over me. I scolded myself for overthinking, for letting my paranoia run wild.
After all these years, he still loved me.
But just as I was about to head back, I saw his car speed past from the right.
My heart clenched, and I turned the wheel and followed.
He drove to our old house. Back in college, his parents had bought him a private villa near the university, so we rarely stayed in the dorms. Most nights, we were here.
This place held so many memories for us.
But ever since Wilbur moved abroad, no one had been here. It hadn’t been cleaned or lived in for years.
So why was he coming back now?
I waited for about ten minutes after he went inside before stepping out of my car. My pulse hammered in my ears.