Despair gripped my heart like a suffocating vine. Swallowing the piercing pain, I asked softly, "Willy, why aren’t you saying anything?"
He reluctantly pulled away from Elena’s passionate kiss, his voice hoarse as he replied, "I’m a little tired. I want to take a shower first. You should go to bed."
As he spoke, he carried Elena and slipped into the bathroom.
In his haste, he bumped into my shoulder without even noticing. Elena casually flipped her hair, the tips brushing against my cheek with perfect precision.
I felt as though I had fallen into an icy abyss, my hands and feet turning cold in an instant.
The sound of running water couldn’t completely drown out the joyous moans of the two inside.
“Be gentler, gentler... I’m still carrying the baby…”
"Keep your voice down!"
A wave of nausea hit me hard. Stumbling, I rushed toward the master bedroom's bathroom, but as I passed through the living room, I noticed even more traces of Elena.
The green plants on the balcony, my hand-drawn sketches and the Disney limited-edition set I spent years collecting—all were gone.
In their place were a treadmill, a white rocking chair and various little ornaments.