But he wasn't a dermatologist either—why could Cynthia send him intimate photos?
Deep down, I already knew the answer; I just didn't want to face it.
When all possibilities are ruled out, the remaining possibility, no matter how cruel, is the truth.
I sighed heavily, feeling a wave of despair wash over me.
The next morning, I broke my routine and didn't make breakfast. I left early, something I'd never done before.
In the past, I would prepare breakfast and coax Cynthia to wake up.
She had a terrible morning mood, and I had to tread carefully, half-pleading and half-begging her to eat.
I would wait until she finished before eating her leftovers.
But not this time.
At work, I enjoyed a nutritious breakfast and started my day calmly.
Not long after, I received a call from Cynthia.
She was furious, accusing me of not waking her up and making her late for work.
She demanded I transfer her 5,000 dollars as compensation for her tardiness.
After listening, I paused and simply replied, "Next time, remember to set your own alarm."
Then came the silence.