'Sensible.' That was Travis's favorite word to use with me. But what did being sensible mean to him? Because he claimed Solana was his sister, I tolerated her presence in our relationship. I accepted that he carried medicine for her, rushed to her side without hesitation, and let her occupy half of his heart.
But my sensibility only earned me increasing pain and disrespect. I was done with this kind of life.
I looked at Travis coldly. "You can do whatever you want in the future. I won't care anymore."
With that, I grabbed my luggage and walked past him, leaving everything behind.
Travis finally sensed something was wrong and grabbed my arm. "Was your Mom unhappy with what happened that day? I can explain it to her."
I suddenly found the situation absurd. It had been days since our wedding, and if he had cared enough to ask me about it even once, he wouldn't be saying such stupid things now.
I pried his hand away. "There's no need."
I had always been cautious, gentle, and eager to please Travis, never showing the indifference I felt now.
Even without looking, I could feel Travis' burning gaze, then he began to follow me.
However, Solana stopped him and spoke.