Kevin's gaze didn't even linger on me for a second, he merely said coldly, "Remember to prepare a late-night snack. Wendy's stomach isn't great lately and the food outside is too greasy."
I'm a model, I always controlling my diet and weight. Constant dieting has made my stomach fragile, yet Kevin loves heavy, oily and spicy food and never chooses something gentler for me.
But now, he cares deeply about Wendy's stomach issues. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to hold back the tears on the verge of falling.
"Alright." I didn't know if my voice quivered, but the pain in my chest was so intense that I couldn't breathe. Through tear-blurred eyes, I saw his black leather shoes pause.
One hundred times. This was the hundredth time Kevin had left me for Wendy, yet it was the first time I didn't cry, didn't break down, I just let him go quietly. When was the last time?
Just yesterday, when Wendy jokingly said she wondered how long it would take to walk back from the show venue to the hotel.
Kevin left me on the roadside, "Let her try. She needs to lose weight anyway, she can walk back."
In a foreign city, under falling snow, I walked six miles back to the hotel.