I chuckled, mocking him with my eyes. “Upset?” I raised an eyebrow. “You used to treat me like this too, right? Shouldn’t I be used to it by now?”
“So, this is payback?” he spat, his face hardening.
“No. This is reality. I’ve realized that you don’t care about me. Now, I don’t give a damn about you either.”
“Why?” he demanded, confusion creeping into his voice.
“I used to care a lot, didn’t I? But you once said that irritated you.”
He hissed in frustration, but I kept going, the memories flooding out like poison. “I remember when you were sick, Skyler. I watched over you. That’s something you’ve never done for me. Do you remember? You had a fever the other night, and I went out to get you medicine. It was late, and I was nearly harassed by some perverts, and I managed to call you for help but you kept ending my calls. Then I made it back and found out you left. And what did you say? ‘I can’t come, Raya. Tia just returned, and I’m with her.’ You didn’t even hesitate.”
His eyes stayed fixed on mine, but there was no remorse. “Come on, Raya. I had a fever—”