It turns out that Milan is the ex who left Agnes to go abroad. They were even using matching couple names, and they've been secretly entangled right under my nose for a whole decade!
The tattoo that haunted me was for him all along. The wife I've been married to for ten years has been pining for the man who's been with us all this time.
A headache, long dormant, suddenly engulfed me.
I squatted on the floor, gasping for air, my fingers digging into my scalp.
It wasn't until the door was kicked open with a bang that my senses started to return.
Forcing myself to look up, I saw Agnes, with a concerned expression, helping a drunk Milan into the hallway.
Agnes shot me an annoyed glance. "River? Why are you squatting there? Help me out."
Glancing sideways at Milan, I saw him give me a mocking look before collapsing onto Agnes.
He arrogantly lifted her hands above her head and then planted a kiss on her.
"Honey, you smell so good. I want to go to bed. Can we go to the bedroom?"