He hesitated for a few seconds, then grabbed his coat and walked toward the door, turning back to look at me.
"Sweetheart, if I’m late, don’t wait for me."
"Go to bed early," I replied.
David seemed still a little uneasy. He repeated, "If anything comes up, call me. For you, I’ll always make time."
I smiled and nodded, reassuring him.
Only then did David reluctantly leave.
The housekeeper, Shelly, walked in holding a bowl of bird’s nest soup, still teasing, "Mr. Scott really treats you well. Even I, an old woman, can’t help but envy you."
I took the soup, smiled and didn’t respond.
David loved me. Everyone knows about it.
No one ever doubted David’s love for me and I never did either. But love is a fleeting thing—elusive and unpredictable. It’s ever-changing and hard to grasp. What’s the point of talking about forever?
That day, David didn’t come home.
For several days in a row, David didn’t come back. He simply sent me a message through TalkUs, telling me that he was very busy and needed to go abroad. Once he finished this matter, he promised he’d spend a long time with me on vacation.
I stared at David’s message on TalkUs, then switched to the other app, where I saw the photos and videos of David traveling around Europe with Edith.
When my best friend saw the video, she exploded in anger, cursing him out immediately.
"Men are all the same—once they get what they want, they don’t appreciate it. Back then, he chased you relentlessly, but now that he’s found someone new, he’s forgotten all about you."
She looked at me carefully. "Rose, what are you going to do?"
What was I going to do?
Honestly, the moment I found out I’d been betrayed, I went through a whirlwind of emotions. I questioned myself—wondered if it was because I wasn’t good enough, if that’s why someone else had the chance to take his attention. But I couldn’t figure out where exactly things had gone wrong between David and me.
The only thing I could think of was the child.
David wanted a child. So, why not let him have it?
I looked at the photos, at David smiling happily while shopping for baby supplies with Edith in a maternity store. He looked every bit the excited new father. I couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
"The project my senior colleague invited me to collaborate on, I had been hesitating about it," I said calmly. "But just the other day, I gave her my answer—I’m willing to cooperate with her."