He rushed out immediately. The first thing he saw was me, collapsed on the floor, shards of broken porcelain cutting into my skin.
Something flickered in his eyes. Pain. But it vanished just as quickly, replaced by that practiced indifference.
"You again?"
"I already told you, I don't want to see you anymore. And stop pretending to be my wife."
I sat there in silence for a long time, then spoke, my voice flat.
"Fine. I'll go."
"You'll never have to see me again."
I got to my feet slowly, staggering toward the stairs.
Behind me, Caspar sucked in a sharp breath.
"Mau—"
Before he could finish, Ebony wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
"Babe, were you looking for me? I just took care of you. Don't tell me you're hungry again already."
My steps faltered. I didn't turn around. I kept walking.
Back in my room, I shut the door and finally let myself crumble, sliding down against it until I hit the floor.
It was almost masochistic.
The image of Ebony and Caspar tangled together played over and over in my mind, a loop I couldn't stop.
A sharp sting bloomed in my palm. I looked down. My fingernails had dug in so deep that the skin was torn beyond recognition.