We carefully mapped out the next steps, ensuring the process would be both swift and seamless. With the plan set, I returned home to inform Patrick.
Standing at my front door, I couldn’t shake the annoyance bubbling inside me. I dreaded the confrontation, but there was no escaping it—I had to face them.
I knocked, and Patrick opened the door, his face lighting up with smug disbelief.
"See? I told you. What’s the point of all that fuss when you always come crawling back in the end?" His tone dripped with contempt and disdain.
Ignoring his words, I stepped inside, immediately noting that Ria and her son weren’t around.
"Ria said it’s inconvenient for her to stay here and didn’t want to upset you. So, I rented her an apartment. Satisfied now?" he said, his voice brimming with admiration for Ria, as if she were some saint.
I gave a nonchalant reply, "As long as you’re happy."
My calmness took him by surprise, but I wasn’t done.
"I’ve been thinking about selling this house," I said, glancing around. "Maybe we can get a bigger place in the southern suburbs. You’ve been eyeing that area for a while, haven’t you? It’s closer to your office."