I won't mess around with Gavin anymore. Let's just enjoy our life, okay?"
I felt indifferent, almost bored.
Before, such words from Iris would've made me overjoyed. I'd have kissed her and said, "I love you, babe."
But now? Nothing stirred inside me.
I'd given Iris plenty of chances over three years. She always thought I was making a big deal over nothing, not trusting her, picking on her.
Now I trusted her. No matter where she went, what she did, or what romantic photos she kept, I wouldn't ask.
Still, when I gently pushed her away, I couldn't understand why she started crying.
5
The business trip had me working non-stop for days, barely giving me a moment to check my phone.
By bedtime, I finally noticed dozens of missed calls and a slew of unread texts.
They were all from Iris: [Albert, are you still busy?], [It's 8 PM, did you eat dinner?], [Remember, you have a sensitive stomach. Don't skip meals or you'll be in pain.]
I scrolled through the messages emotionlessly.
Clearly, Iris hadn't paid attention to me in a long time. She didn't even know I'd had surgery and no longer suffered from stomach pains.