He blinked, shocked at my statement. But I held up a hand and looked at him straight in the eyes, "As I've already said, I really don't care. You two are obsessed with one another. I’m tired for the day and I don’t want to argue further. Can you just be quiet even for tonight?"
None of us said further after a second as soon as I turned around and went to the bedroom.
As soon as I locked the door, I heard him punch the wall, the sound reverberating even with the closed bedroom door.
Seeing that I was ignoring his actions, he eventually quieted. Soon, his phone rang with a ringtone he only reserved for one person.
I had always been the understanding, gentle, and often—if not most of the time—possessive.
Our arguments always revolved around Emilia. And not once he took my side.
He didn't get the expected reaction from me. He thought I would be charging at him with plenty of rebuttals and excuses and other words of possessiveness that I still want him in my life.
But I no longer did.
And when I heard the creaking of the front door opening, judging by the call's ringtone, I already know to whom he was fucking headed.