Chapter 8
I was a little surprised she knew where I lived.
But that wasn’t the important part.
“I’ve said everything I needed to. What are you doing here?” I asked coldly.
Jacqueline looked at me with red eyes.
“Lawrence, I’ve thought a lot these past few days.
“I know I was wrong. I neglected you all these years.
“A few days ago, I saw you on stage, shining so brightly. Only then did I realize how wrong I was. I’m not here to ask for your forgiveness. I just want to make it up to you. Please don’t send me away.”
That was when I realized that the video of me playing guitar at the bar had been uploaded online.
Jacqueline followed the video and asked around until she found my place.
I still didn’t believe it was because she had realized her mistake.
It seemed more like she’d just discovered that the path she chose wasn’t as comfortable or safe as the one she had before.
“Let’s be honest, what exactly happened between you and Eric?
“Why do you think winning me back is better than staying with him?”
Jacqueline’s face went pale instantly.
It seemed I had hit the nail on the head.
But she shook her head firmly. “No, it’s not that he’s bad. After you left, I realized that I love you.”
Her gaze was full of longing.
Ljust found it laughable “Do you even believe that?
“Aren’t they still calling you Eric’s wife when you helped take care of Eric’s parents that day?
I said it candy we if it were a trivial detall
Jacqueline looked as if she’d been struck by lighting. She swayed and stared at me, her face as pale as if she were ill.
“How do you know?”
“The phone call wasn’t disconnected that day. I heard it.”
She hurriedly explained, “I told them I’m not Eric’s wife:
“Then what kind of behavior could have made them misunderstand like that?
“Was it posting intimate photos of you two on social media? Or staying up all night making soup for their son? Or greeting his parents for him? Even buying expensive seafood that you usually wouldn’t eat?
“That can’t be all, right? Was there anything else?”
I looked her in the eye, speaking slowly.
With every word, Jacqueline’s face grew paler.
I think she understood by now that these explanations were useless. No matter how much she explained, things had already happened, and
we could never go back to how we were.
“Go home”
After I said that, I walked into the house without hesitation and shut the door behind me.
I didn’t know when Jacqueline left, but the next morning, when I went out, I found a steaming sandwich and milk on the doorknob.
It seemed like she had just placed them there.
There was also a note with it.
[I’m sorry]
I understood right away. She hadn’t given up.
Maybe she still thought I was jealous over the things she had done for Eric and believed I would forget my grievances once she sweet–talked me like before.
She didn’t believe I could stop loving her.
But that was fine. She’d believe it soon enough.
Knowing she was probably nearby, watching, I took the breakfast down and tossed it into the trash without a second thought.
