Back when I celebrated anniversaries with Lilian, she used to go there with me. But ever since Barry came back, we had never gone again. A wave of emotion stirred in my chest.
I opened the bag and saw shrimp spaghetti. Looking at the shrimp on top, I let out a bitter smile. I'm allergic to seafood and yet Lilian ordered this for me.
I picked up my phone and checked social media. Sure enough, Barry had posted: "Thanks dear for the suit and watch! Tonight, she even treated me to a feast! But we ordered a bit too much. Couldn't finish the restaurant's famous shrimp spaghetti, so we packed it home for the dog."
After reading the post, I threw the bag straight into the trash.
Right after that, a friend messaged me. After months, he finally found Barry's medical report. I glanced at it and sneered ...
By the time I got home, it was already late at night.
As soon as I walked in, I saw Lilian in the bathroom washing a pair of men's underwear. The thing in Lilian's hand was obviously not mine. She had never washed a piece of clothing for me before, so it was obvious whose it belonged to.