I numbly closed my phone, walked to the dining table and ate dinner alone. The food tasted like sawdust, utterly flavorless.
As I ate, I remembered the first time we met. Me and Max met on a blind date. However, what he did not know was that I had been pinning for him for eight years.
Of course, when he finally proposed to me. I was overjoyed. Although I knew that he did not love me, I still said yes.
I was making a gamble. I was hoping that he would eventually fall in love with me after our marriage.
Instead, the only thing that I got was the news that his true love had returned from abroad after her divorce.
That night, Max returned home late. He told me he had to work overtime. However, there was a whiff aroma of gardenia on his body.
The reason I knew that it was Leanne was because she was the daughter of the man who had married my mother after she divorced my father.
It was my birthday that day. However, my mother did not care. She had never sent me even a single message to congratulate me. However, her social media was full of pictures of the dumplings she made to welcome her stepdaughter.