No way I'd take someone's garbage. I just grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom.
"I'm really tired today. Let's just talk later."
I took a good time in the bathroom for an hour and a half, putting on a face mask and doing my skincare routine before finally coming out.
I saw Peter still up, out on the balcony, smoking up on a lounge chair.
His gaze seemed empty, lost somewhere in the city lights. Bet he was missing his dear childhood friend again.
Well, I don't really care, so I just tossed the mask and went straight to bed.
I was already half-asleep when I felt someone sit at the edge of my bed. Peter whispered my name real soft, even leaning in to kiss me.
As soon as I caught a whiff of smoke, I frowned and pushed him away. I just rolled over and went right back to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to find him already off to work.
I finished my breakfast and called up the real estate agent from the second-hand housing center to talk about selling the house.
This place, well, I’d bought it outright with five years of my savings. It was supposed to be my pre-marriage asset.
Back then, Peter didn't have a dime and couldn't even afford rent.
So, he moved in with me instead.