"I've wrapped up my work and came to check on you. Hey, Kathy, why do you seem different today?"
"What do you mean?" I inquired.
"It looks like you're having a bit of a romantic encounter today."
I rolled my eyes at him with exasperation.
I thought, "What did he know of romance? My love had withered away."
"Here it comes." His eyes lit up.
The door swung open with a key.
It wasn't a romantic encounter that arrived but a calamity.
It was Max.
"What are you doing here?" I asked impatiently.
"Kathy, I..."
"Don't call me that. It repulses me."
"Kathy, I didn't know you were wealthy. She promised me 100,000 dollars, and I was blinded by the prospect of marrying you sooner. I don't love her. I have no feelings for her. I only love you. Kathy, please forgive me. Please give me one last chance."
Max pleaded, his eyes brimming with tears.
The onlooker, or rather, the ghost, chuckled.
Yet, I only felt a deeper revulsion.
"Once unfaithful, always discarded. This house's lease expires in a year. Return after I've left tomorrow. I don't wish to see any refuse in my sight. Thank you."
With that, I closed the door.
"Kathy, please..."
Max seemed unwilling to relent, and his knocks and shouts were persistent.