The home was still cold and silent. I sat on the couch, clutching my report.
After some thought, I decided to text Wilson: [When will you be back?]
If I was going to leave the world soon, I hoped to reconcile with Wilson. I wanted to make one last effort.
Still, there was no reply.
It was fine. I could wait.
Late into the night, I heard a noise at the door.
When the light was turned on, I instinctively closed my eyes, adjusting for a few seconds before slowly opening them.
A familiar voice asked, "Why isn't the light on since you're home?"
I looked towards the voice and, about to stand up, saw a woman walking in with Wilson.
It was Celeste, his beloved.
In recent years, whatever I wanted and could get, he would give them to Celeste.
When I saw them together, my chest felt like it was being filled with a large dose of sour soda, painfully bitter.
Wilson had never brought anyone women home before.
I lost my temper at that moment.
"Get out!"
I yelled from my seat, like a beast defending its territory.
Celeste's eyes were immediately filled with tears. "I won an award today. Mr. Burch was so happy that he got drunk. I specifically brought him back. Cierra, please don't misunderstand."