I couldn’t forget the photos I had seen. Kath’s arms draped around his neck, her body pressed close to his, a shy smile on her face. And the way he looked at her... The kind of look that should’ve been reserved for me.
Mark’s expression was cold, distant. He didn’t even deny it.
Instead, he turned back to Kath, who was still rubbing her cheek, her eyes wide with fake tears. He gently cupped her face, his voice softening. “Does it hurt?”
Kath sniffled, leaning into his touch. “It... it’ll be fine if you kiss it better,” she whispered, a pathetic attempt to appear helpless.
And just like that, Mark leaned in, pressing his lips to her cheek, right in front of me. As if I wasn’t even there. As if I didn’t exist.
My chest tightened painfully and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The betrayal, the blatant disregard for our ten years together, was suffocating.
“Mark,” Kath whispered, “Jane’s leaving... should you go after her?”
Without even looking at me, Mark sighed. “No. Let her go. She’ll calm down eventually. She’s not serious about the divorce.”
His voice was laced with arrogance, as though I were just throwing a tantrum. Like I would come crawling back, begging for his love again.