But he never showed up, nor did I receive any more calls from him.

When I got into a taxi, Sherry updated her social media with a picture of Luxor busy in the kitchen.

The caption read, [My man is so domesticated!]

I gradually got even more disappointed.

There was no anger, no sadness, just a calmness like still water within me.

Sherry was right. In Luxor's heart, she would always be the first, and I was just a dispensable girlfriend.

Back home, everything was just as I had left it.

A little dusty.

Luxor hadn't come back all week.

I cleaned up the guest room and lay down.

Luxor had said he would pick me up a day ago, yet I hadn't received a single message from him.

I looked at my phone and saw a message from Casper.

[Stella, are you sure you don't want to collaborate with me? This new studio venture will definitely benefit you, and I also have a national-level competition in hand. We can split it 40-60, with me taking 40 and you 60. If not, I can take 30 and you 70.]

Casper was two years younger than me and we met when the new students started school. Like me, he was an art major and had always wanted to start a studio with me.

At that time, my world revolved only around Luxor, and there was no room for anyone else, so I had turned him down.

But Luxor left me in a crisis and ran off with Sherry.

[Okay, let's meet and discuss it tomorrow.]

[Sure, Stella. This studio venture will definitely be a safe bet for both of us!]

Through the screen, I could feel Casper's excitement.

[Stella, how's your leg? You should rest first. We can discuss everything in a few days.] He replied.

I took out the drawing paper and tried to recover my feeling for it.

I was so absorbed in the painting that I didn't notice that there was another person in the room.

"Stella?"

I raised my head and frowned slightly.

"When did you come back?"

I rubbed my eyes. They felt sore from reading for a long time.

Luxor's voice was filled with anger.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?"

I didn't understand. It was just a missed call. He often didn't answer my calls or reply to my messages before.

"I'm busy. I didn't hear you."

This was the countless times he had brushed me off, and now I was returning the same excuse to him.

I stood up with one leg and reached for my phone on the bedside table. As soon as I unlocked it, the message notifications kept chiming.

Some were from Luxor, and some were from Casper.