It’s Zoe who loved mango, not me. After all this time, he still didn’t know the difference.
“I am afraid you’d forget to eat while working, so I brought this for you,” he said, as though the cake could smooth things over. He wanted me to take the bait, to play along like I always did.
So I did. I smiled brightly, pretending to be touched. “Thank you so much!”
Vincent looked surprised that I didn’t argue or complain.
On the drive home, he glanced over at me. “Claire, are you mad at me?”
I was preoccupied with thoughts about the lab—wrapping up my project, preparing my notes and ensuring I left clear instructions for my junior colleagues. I did not hear his words well, so I let out an ah.
I apologized a little, “Sorry, I just got lost in thought. What are you talking about?”
Perhaps my tone was too rusty.
He slammed on the brakes and turned his head to look at me, “Are you still mad about that wedding dress?”
“Hmm?” I blinked, genuinely confused. “Why would I be? No, of course not.”
Vincent looked at me for a few seconds, searching my face for anger. But all he found was calm indifference. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he started the car again. His voice, however, was hoarse. “You’ve changed. You’re not like this… not like you used to be.”
He was not wrong.
A year ago, after Zoe graduated and returned to our town, Vincent and I both changed. We fought endlessly because of her. He always said that he only treats Zoe as his little sister and told me not to be unreasonable.
“She’s like a little sister to me. Stop being so unreasonable!” he’d yell, defending her every time.
The most serious fight was the one where he got furious and pointed at me.
At that moment, he said, “Claire, you’re ridiculous! If I had anything going on with Zoe, would I even be with you? You’re just a broke student who depends on me for everything. If we broke up, how would you even survive?”
We had a cold war for a month. In the end, I swallowed my pride and begged for forgiveness.
But love doesn’t die all at once—it fades, bit by bit, like ice melting under the sun. Over the past year, the constant fighting and Zoe’s smug presence drained whatever feelings I had for him.
Now, I couldn’t even muster a reaction.
I smiled faintly. “You are right. I wasn’t very mature before. But I have grown up now. I will do better.”
Because soon, I wouldn’t be here at all, I thought.
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