I tried to explain myself with, “You’ve misunderstood the situation. I’m not—‘
However, Isaac cut me off with a wave of his hand, refusing to hear what I had to say. “I’m busy. I’m going now. It’s best if you stop doing such things. It’ll only wear out my love for you.
The door slammed shut with a loud bang, and the house fell silent once more.
I stood in place for a long time, laughing at myself. How much love for me did you even have left, Isaac? How could it possibly be worn out any further?
In the past, I would’ve been so upset about the fact that he misunderstood me that I would go for days without being able to eat or sleep properly.
But now, I was able to get over it quickly. I continued to go through the wedding details Mom
sent me.
Before setting my phone aside, I checked my social media updates, only to find that Isaac, who never ever posted on Instagram, just did.
There was a photo of Jenny as well as their wedding invitation, along with the caption, “With how incredible you are, I have to marry you to make sure I won’t lose you.”
In less than a minute, our mutual friends left comments on the post.
“Hey, Isaac. When did you suddenly get engaged to someone new?”
Immediately, the post on Isaac’s account disappeared, but it swiftly appeared on Jenny’s. I also got a call from Isaac.
In the past, I would’ve taken a screenshot of the post and called him up to question him. I would definitely have gotten into a huge fight with him. But this time, I didn’t even take his call.
It was strange, really. I didn’t feel all that upset when I saw the post. Perhaps I felt numb to it all already. My immediate reaction was to marvel at the coincidence–they were getting married the same day I was.
By the time Isaac got home, I had already gone to bed. He quietly entered the room and came up to the bed.
“Are you asleep, Vicky? Why didn’t you take my call?”
With my back toward him, I said offhandedly, “I fell asleep and didn’t hear it.”
Isaac exhaled in relief before leaning in to check my temperature. “Are you still running a fever?”
As soon as he got near me, the cloying scent of a woman’s perfume wafted over. Revolted, I
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could barely resist the urge to heave.
