He regularly posted updates about his traveling time with Serena on Instagram and introduced Serena to all his friends.
Even Joyce knew that Chasel was openly having an affair with Serena. He never mentioned me again as if I was erased from his world.
I punished myself by looking through his posts over and over again, spending every night in tears and self-deception.
During the two years, I constantly argued with Chasel.
To distract myself, I bought a cafe near the city hospital.
During the days when Chasel lived with Serena, I often sat alone by the window, staring at the traffic and the crowd.
Inevitably, I would often hear depressed cries in my cafe.
Most of the people who came here had relatives being treated in the nearby hospital.
It may be a minor illness or a major one. Some people felt depressed, some cried, some remained silent, and some celebrated being cured.
The business was not good. But I felt satisfied to provide people with a place to sit occasionally.
I hoped that if one day I was about to face death, I could also have a place to stay.
On the second day after moving into the rented house, Joyce appeared at my door.