But now, every time I thought about kissing her, all I could see was her flirting with Eugene.
It was like I was picking up someone else’s leftovers.
Soon, my indifference bored her.
Zelda was perceptive—she knew I was angry. But since I was always the one to back down first, she had gotten used to it.
She saw no need to appease me.
Tonight was already a rare concession.
While she went to take a shower, her phone buzzed non-stop.
Annoyed, I picked it up and glanced at the screen.
Eugene had sent her several photos of the two of them in wedding attire.
In the pictures, Zelda looked stunning in a wedding gown, her figure graceful and elegant.
The way she gazed at Eugene was filled with sweetness, and a dull ache throbbed in my chest, followed by overwhelming anger.
So, all of her impatience was reserved just for me.
There was a time when I desperately wanted to see her in a wedding gown.
I spent money reserving several gowns, just waiting for her to try them on.
I had imagined what she would look like in one.
But she kept standing me up.
“It’s all the same. You know I’m lazy—what’s the point of trying them on?”
I still remember the frown on her face when she said that.