He grabbed the speaker and threw it out the
window, not with guilt this time, but with
disgust. “Annoying. I’m so done with that.”
I stopped him. “Don’t. I honestly don’t care
anymore.”
“Olivia…”
“You’ll be together soon anyway. She’ll be
mad if you throw it away.”
L
He went pale. I looked out the window.
Back home, he told me he’d booked tickets to
Edinburgh for November. “You always wanted
to see Edinburgh in the snow, right? Rest up,
and we’ll go. I’ve got it all planned.”
I had dreamed of going to Edinburgh,
spending a couple of weeks there with the
man I loved. For five years, every time I brought it up, he’d called it childish and
unrealistic. A year ago, a friend who owned a travel agency offered me a discounted trip.
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Ethan had canceled my ticket without asking,
accusing me of burdening my friend and
being obsessed with foreign countries. I knew
it was because Chloe had called him, crying,
saying how she envied my freedom, how she
wished she could travel like me. Ethan,
wanting to appease her, had “helped” me by
canceling the trip.
“I’ve already started planning. I have a friend
there who can get us a place,” he continued,
oblivious. “If you don’t like his place, we can
find something else.”
L
“Cancel the tickets,” I said quietly.
“What?”
I met his gaze. “Going on a trip with you will
ruin my mood. You’re burdening me, Ethan.
It’ll affect my mood…and my work.” I used his
own words against him.
He stared at me, speechless. I went into the
guest room and slammed the door.
