[Damn, isn’t that the Ferrari SF90? That’s insane!]
]These two look perfect together. What a shame.]
[@Cassandra girl, better be careful. Don’t let Nathan see this!]
Cassandra herself chimed in.
[Nathan isn’t that petty. If he’s going to throw a fit over this, then maybe we shouldn’t get married at all.]
After reading her reply, I shut off my phone, expressionless.
She knew exactly how far she could push me. She knew I’d swallow the pain when she sold our house. She knew I’d keep quiet when she bought Daniel a car worth half a million. She knew I’d accept every excuse of ‘we’re just friends.’
But this time, the scar in my chest didn’t ache anymore.
Because I was done.
I didn’t want to endure it any longer.
The next day, I went to the hospital for a check-up alone.
“How many times have I told you? On rainy days, the wound aches. You need someone with you to hold the bandage, to make sure you apply the medicine properly.”
The doctor scolded me helplessly, but I could only force a smile. “I’m a grown man. I’ll manage.”
Not long after I left the hospital, the skies split open with a downpour.
Quickly, I ducked into a small corner bistro to get out of the rain. But when I looked up, I froze.
There was Daniel, leaning forward, smiling ear to ear, holding out a spoon.
And right then, Cassandra leaned across the table and took a bite of the cheesy corn he fed her.
Nathan's POV
The distinctive car key was also on the table, glinting.
And the watch on Daniel’s wrist was the same one Cassandra told me last week she had “bought for an important client.”
Seeing that scene, I let out a bitter laugh, turned up my collar, and walked home in the pounding rain.
By the time she came back, I had just stepped out of the shower, water still dripping from my hair.
She froze for a second when she saw me. “Why do you look like a drowned rat?”
“I went to the hospital,” I said flatly.
Her expression stiffened at once. “Why’d you go to the hospital today?”
I chuckled softly. “I’ve told you more than once.”
Irritated, Cassandra ran a hand through her hair and snapped, “I’ve been busy, alright? I forgot. Anyway, your wound’s healed by now. Missing one check-up won’t kill you.”
I held her gaze and relayed what the doctor had said. “The doctor said if I don’t take care of it, it could relapse.”