I was too familiar with that car; it was John's.
Not long after he got together with me, he told me that he wanted a car. Other colleagues had one, but he didn't. It was shameful.
We saved every penny for half a year to make the down payment. He said the passenger seat was reserved for me, but he never allowed me to eat or put on makeup there, saying it would dirty his car.
It turned out all these principles were based on the fact that I wasn't Emily.
When I came out, John was sitting on the sofa smoking.
He saw my look and was very annoyed, but he suppressed it and said to me, "There's really nothing between Emily and me. If we wanted to be together, it would have happened long ago. Are you really making a fuss over this?"
I turned to look at him, "I've already said, I really don't care. It's you guys who are obsessed. John, I'm very tired. I worked a day and rushed to your company for the celebration, without eating a bite, and now I just want to sleep. Can you be quiet for a while?"
After that, I went straight to the guest room.
John was shocked by my attitude. I had always been accommodating, gentle, and often possessive.
Our arguments always revolved around Emily.
And he never took my side.
Maybe he was prepared for me to come back and have a big fight with him, had already thought of excuses on the way, but he didn't get the expected reaction from me.
I heard him smashing the coffee table in the living room.
But I was too tired to appease him. I had an important client coming for an inspection tomorrow. If I managed it well, I might get a promotion.
As for John, he could do whatever he wanted.
Seeing that I was ignoring him, he eventually quieted down. Soon, his phone rang with a special ringtone, making it clear who was calling.
I heard him tiptoe to the bathroom to take the call.
It was truly how the ostrich sticking its head in the sand.
When I woke up the next day, John was already gone.
I was thrilled about this because I finally didn’t have to cater to his picky eating habits. No more complaints about the porridge being too thick or the buns too dry. I used to wake up at five every morning to prepare his breakfast, only to be criticized.
Now, I only needed to warm a glass of soy milk and boil an egg for myself, and that was perfectly fine.
I suddenly realized I didn’t need John that much after all.