That night, Patricia didn't come home.
She texted me saying she was planning the trip abroad with her junior. Their flight was early the next morning.
I asked if she wanted me to see her off at the airport.
She said no need.
After that, my messages went unanswered.
I put down my phone and took a deep breath.
She was probably wrapped up with him right now.
If I kept texting, I'd just look pathetic.
I barely slept that night.
The next day, Patricia and her junior showed up at the airport.
They walked close together, laughing and chatting. Sharing a cookie between them. Couldn't even walk without being all over each other.
The way they clung to each other—they looked more like a married couple than we ever did.
The worst part? They walked right past me.
Patricia didn't even notice.
I kept my expression blank and recorded everything.
Only after their plane took off did I head home.
Meanwhile, the junior posted another video.
The photo showed two people holding hands as they boarded the plane.
"Hey everyone, boarding now with my goddess!"
"Destination: Hawaii."
"I think I might be the happiest man alive right now!"
The comments were full of envy and congratulations.
Wyatt replied to each one earnestly.