I could not help but think back to when we first met. Simon once told me that he had dreamed of a beautiful woman with a mole under her eye.
That was why, when he saw me, he chased after me so desperately.
And when we finally became a couple, we even went to a tattoo shop together to ink matching tear moles onto our skin.
But now, for the sake of another woman, he wanted me to remove this mole.
Simon continued his explanation nonchalantly.
I did not want to hear it anymore. Not the excuses, not the sweet stories he tried to downplay.
Before he could finish his sentence, I cut him off with a cold "Okay."
I was going to die soon, after all. What difference did a mole make?
Even if he asked me to give up my status as Mrs. Pierce right at this moment, I would probably agree without hesitation.
***
The birthday party was packed and the venue was bustling with people. As soon as we entered the venue, Simon was called away by a phone call.
Surrounded by strangers, I could not help but feel a little anxious.
"Hey, where did this beauty come from? Did she lose her way after being abandoned by her sugar daddy?"