Scott never showed up and didn’t call again.
Just like so many times before, he disappeared without a word, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
As I got into a cab with my arm in a cast, I saw that Hannah had updated her social media.
“You’re like a treasure, always surprising me. I can’t wait to see what else there is to discover…”
In the photo, Scott was wearing an apron, pretending to make homemade pasta.
The hands I once cherished and was reluctant to let do any household chores were now busy preparing a meal for another woman.
I managed a silent smile, but the weariness surged back, clinging to me like a shadow.
The allure of the dream lover was truly formidable, and all I could do was watch from the sidelines.
I struggled to open the door with my uninjured arm.
The apartment still looked the same as when I’d rushed out for the rescue mission.
Scott still hadn’t returned.
Hungry and unable to use my injured hand, I was afraid of burning myself, so I could only manage to make a bowl of instant noodles with lukewarm water.
As I took a bite, tears began to flow uncontrollably.
They started as a trickle and soon turned into a steady stream.