Since Regina’s divorce, William fixed her leaking pipes, picked up her child from school and cared for her when she was sick.
I asked William with a bitter smile, “Is there really no plumber? Helping with her child once or twice is fine, but every time? If she’s sick, can’t she take a taxi to the hospital? Do you really have to go to her place to care for her?”
William looked at me calmly, without any emotion. “She’s a woman raising a child alone. We should help if we can. You’re a woman too, so why can’t you be more understanding? And I told you everything. It’s not like I went behind your back.”
When we were dating, we agreed he would tell me everything and where he went. So he saw Regina openly and honestly.
What I once thought was sweet now felt deeply ironic. When I looked up, he had already put on his coat and was about to leave.
Before leaving, he turned back and said, “Call me if anything happens.”
There was a loud bang and the bedroom fell silent again. My hands shook as I opened WhatsApp. Regina had updated her status: [The baby keeps crying for William. I’ve tried to calm him for ages.]