Dustin followed me in. When he saw that I was packing up my luggage, he got angry and grabbed the clothes in my hand.
"Angelica, what are you doing? Haven't I explained it already?"
I calmly withdrew my hand. "Let's divorce."
Dustin's expression turned even gloomier as he stared at my face for a long time.
In the end, as if to emphasize how disappointed he was, he let out a long sigh.
"Angelica, you're not the only person in my world. I need my space and friends. Whether you believe it or not, Heather and I are just friends. Even if something happened between us, my heart is still with you."
So, this was a disguised admission.
I curled my lips sarcastically and showed him the posts.
"Dustin, I gave you a chance. You like dresses so much, don't you? I'll let you be with her, okay?"
Dustin's face gradually paled, and his voice trembled. "Who sent you this?"
"Of course, it's your buddy."
Plop.
He knelt in front of me and crazily slapped himself in the face. With red eyes, he explained, "Angelica. I admit that I fell in love with her for a moment, but I have no feelings for her. Really, I promise..."