Three years married to Max Matthews, and we'd been apart for nearly all of it. Our jobs kept us in different cities. Every reunion was hard-won, and every goodbye came too fast.
I'd treasured every single moment we had together. But looking back, Max had always been... off.
No wonder he'd been making excuses lately. "Babe, I'm exhausted. My back is killing me."
"We're an old married couple. We don't need to do it that often."
"And the whole situation with the condo falling through has me so stressed out. I'm just not in the mood."
I'd look at the fatigue on his face.
Every time, I'd feel sorry for him and back off.
It never occurred to me that he'd been saving his energy for the woman on the side.
Two hours later, my phone buzzed.
A text from Max.
"Baby, I miss you so much."
"It's so boring back home. There's not even a karaoke bar. All I do is lie in bed and sleep."
I stared at those words. My vision blurred, but a cold smile crept across my face.
Boring, huh?
So boring that all he did was stay in bed.
I let out a sharp laugh and hit the video call button.
Chaos erupted on the other end. Max panicked so hard he dropped his phone.
"What's wrong?" the girl whined, pouting.