"Didn't you tell me you'd gone back home to take care of things? Back to the countryside?"
"Max, we've known each other for ten years. Married for three. And you can't even be bothered to come up with a halfway decent lie anymore?"
Never in a million years did I think that forgetting my portable charger and coming back for it would lead to this.
And Max's attitude made it so much worse.
"It's just an affair. That's all it is."
"I don't have any feelings for her. It was purely physical. A little excitement."
"Everyone in my circle does it. It doesn't mean anything."
"If it bothers you, I'll cut her off right now."
Max's words had been so devout.
He'd even smiled, knelt before me, and said, "Compared to anyone else, you'll always come first."
But now, he just made me sick.
My stomach churned violently, and I ran to the bathroom, retching over and over.
Max leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me.
"Seriously?"
"It was just sleeping with another woman. You're acting like you're some kind of saint." His lip curled. "Back then, weren't you the one pinned under some other guy, almost—"
He stopped mid-sentence when he saw the color drain from my face.
Panic flickered across his expression.