“The thing in my pocket... don’t think too much about it, alright? My friend just pushed it on me; it’s nothing—” Theron said, looking uncomfortable.
“Oh, that?” I replied, brushing it off. “It’s no big deal. I didn’t think twice about it. We’re adults; it’s all part of life.”
He seemed to expect anger or a confrontation, but my calm reaction caught him off guard. His unease grew, and his brow furrowed deeply.
“I’m trying to explain—” he began, his voice tight.
I set my bag on the shelf and gave a curt nod. “I understand, and I’m on the same page.”
“I’ve already eaten out, so I won’t be joining you. Enjoy your meal.”
With that, I turned on my heel and headed for the bedroom.
Maybe he sensed that skipping the wedding photos had crossed a line, so he extended an apology.
“I was unwell today and exhausted when I got home this morning,” he said.
Lost in the wedding photos Spencer had sent, I nodded absentmindedly.
Despite all our time together, I had turned him down during the rare moments he’d shown humility.
Theron’s face grew dark with frustration. "I’ve already explained. Believe it or not!"
With that, he slammed the door and stormed out, not returning.