Winston tagged along, looking worse for wear.
"Mike, what's the matter with you? Kicking all my stuff to the curb—are you out of your mind?"
She strutted in on spindly heels, brows knitted but unable to mask the radiance of her face or the tell-tale hickeys that spoke of last night's indulgences.
At that moment, I was done talking.
Emily's gone, why didn't you show up, do you even consider us family... Seeing those love bites, I suddenly didn't want to know anything more.
This condo was supposed to be our marital nest. Initially, I wanted Jane's name alongside mine on the deed, but she outright refused, content with a ceremony, no legal strings attached.
Back then, it broke my heart, and left me feeling insecure, begging her to reconsider.
Now, it seems not tying the knot legally spared me a world of hassle.
Jane thought I was just having a tantrum, given my deep love for her.
She snapped, "It was just a mock funeral, right? Not real. We can always do another one tomorrow."
"No need."
With Emily gone, nothing matters anymore.
Winston, ever the charmer, clasped Jane's arm, casting me a defiant glance.