These words about not being worthy had been said by John many times, each time wounding me deeply.
But this time, it didn’t hurt as much.
However, John wasn't about to let it go. He asked, "I went with Emily today. Don't you have anything to say about that?"
"I think it's great. You saved face and secured your deal." I shrugged.
John looked at me and suddenly laughed: "Anna, you better stay this tough. I'm going out for dinner with her tonight. Satisfied?"
“Good, come back early.” I was too tired to argue further.
John stared at me, then stormed out, slamming the door.
That night, while preparing documents for my client, I saw another update from Emily on Instagram.
“I am always there for you when you need me.”
I was so angry I couldn't focus on the proposal.
But I still finished the client’s documents promptly.
I remembered the old me, whose heart was full of John, worried about him not eating well, preparing his lunch in advance, thinking about what delicious food to make for dinner the next day.
He had a sensitive stomach, so I had to keep his medicine ready, and also prepare hangover soup.