Before I could pull away, his phone buzzed with a notification.
“Better check that. It could be important,” I said, grateful for the interruption.
He frowned slightly but unlocked his phone.
As he read the message, a blush crept up his ears. He quickly turned off the screen and looked back at me, his eyes betraying a flicker of guilt.
“What’s wrong? Is it work?” I asked, feigning concern. “You should go if it’s urgent. I’ll be fine on my own.”
He hesitated but eventually said, “I’m sorry, honey. It’s something pressing. I’ll make it up to you another time.”
I nodded, and he turned and ran off without looking back.
A wry smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I had seen the message. It was from Zandra.
A photo of her in a provocative red lingerie set accompanied by a text. [My New Year’s battle outfit. I’m camping nearby while you’re watching the fireworks. Up for some fun?]
Between me and Zandra, Leon had chosen her—again.
I stayed and watched the entire fireworks show alone.
The sky lit up with a dazzling display, far more vibrant than on New Year’s Eve.
As I gazed at the spectacular colors, I made a silent resolution.
My life, moving forward, would shine just as brightly.
A life without Leon.