“What exactly do you want from me, Errol?” Sacha finally exploded, her patience snapping like a brittle wire. “Yes, I shouldn’t have left you at the hospital this morning. But I’ve already apologized with a gift! What more do you want?!”
I met her gaze, unblinking. “You haven’t done anything wrong. And I don’t expect anything from you.”
Her eyes flared with anger. “You… you don’t want to get engaged, do you?”
I shrugged, feeling a strange weight lift off my shoulders. “I don’t really care.”
Her lips parted, shock and fury mixing on her face. “Fine! Let’s cancel the engagement!” she shouted, storming out and slamming the door so hard the walls shook.
In the past, I would’ve been out the door in seconds, running after her, pleading for her to come back. But this time, I stayed planted on the couch. The TV continued playing a mediocre comedy, and despite everything, I found myself laughing.
A couple of hours later, my buddy Alfie Steele called. On the other end, he sounded shocked. “Bro, did you and your fiancée have a fight?”
“No, we didn’t,” I replied casually.
“Then why did she come to me saying you’re calling off the engagement? What the hell is going on?” he asked.