I nodded, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me. Jealousy had long since become meaningless in this tangled web of relationships. After finalizing my plans to go abroad, my supervisor informed me that the departure was set for next Sunday. She looked at me with concern, noting, “You’ve lost so much weight lately. Are you still in that cold war?”
I didn’t respond; perhaps I was simply waiting for the final verdict on everything. Just then, a friend request popped up on my phone. It was from the waitress I had just encountered at the hotel. After accepting it, she immediately sent me a video.
In the clip, Polly held a glass of wine, feeding it to Erik as his brothers cheered and jeered around them. My heart sank as the video ended, and a message from her followed.
"You are the most disgusting mistress, not worthy of seeing the light," she spat, her disdain cutting through me like ice.
