15
The next morning, when I went downstairs,
Liam was already waiting for me.
“Chloe, good morning.
He looked refreshed, clearly satisfied after a
night of passion.
He brought me breakfast.
My favorite: pan–fried buns and soy milk.
I casually ate one or two, and half–heartedly
replied to his questions.
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I was clearly not giving him the time of day.
Nobody had ever been so dismissive of him
before.
He looked annoyed.
“Chloe, do you have to treat me like this?”
He stopped the car, turned to me, with a hint
of sadness in his eyes.
Like I was the one who had let him down.
But when his eyes met my calm gaze, he
couldn’t say anything.
“Then why don’t you sign the papers? If you
can’t stand it, just don’t.”
L
Liam’s face darkened. “You’re not getting a
divorce!” He was resolute.
I sighed, and leaned back against my seat.
As if sighing to myself, “Liam, you’re such a
jerk.”
You hurt me when I loved you.
Now that I don’t, you’re still all over me.
So pathetic.
“It’s so annoying.”
