I canceled my ride and waited for him in front of the hospital.
I waited from the afternoon until evening, but he never showed up. Taking it as par for the course, I hailed a ride home.
As soon as I got home, he called again.
"Sophie, where are you? You lied to me again! You said you were at the hospital!"
He even sent me a picture of himself in front of the hospital.
I finished changing my shoes and laid down on the sofa.
"Mr. Frederick, could you kindly check the time? I waited for you for six hours. Even a turtle would’ve made it home by now."
I hung up the phone.
Scrolling through my Instagram, I saw another post from Lucia: "The rice made by Brother Frederick is still so delicious!"
There was a picture of Frederick wearing a pink apron and holding a spatula, drawing a flood of comments.
Looking at that, I suddenly felt relieved. After chasing Frederick for eight years, I realized I could let go of this relationship. There was nothing to regret.
I clicked ‘like’ and exited the app.
Before blocking Frederick, I sent him one last message:
“Frederick, let’s break up.”
Part 2
There was a knock on the bedroom door. It was Frederick.