I casually liked her shameless post, put my phone down, and got back to savoring my mac and cheese.
But then, just a few minutes later, my phone started buzzing.
Oh wow, the douchebag's calling.
I just let his call go to voicemail. But of course, he just wouldn't quit, so I eventually had to pick up the phone.
"Hailey! Did you really go to Twilight Summit without me?"
Peter's voice was low, but I could hear he was pissed off.
"Didn't we agree we'd go together after the wedding?"
"Listen, you're a woman. How could you just go that far by yourself? What if something happened to you there?"
The background noise was a circus, with nurses calling out patients' names left and right.
Guess he's at the hospital again.
I just shrugged it off, replying, "There wasn't. I just wanted to go."
Hearing him act like the concerned fiancé just almost made me laugh.
We've been together for eight years, and every year, I've brought up going to Twilight Summit.
It was my mom's last wish, after all.
But every single time, Peter had a new excuse to shut me down.
"Babe, I'm caught up with work right now. I'll take you when I can."
"Something came up at home. Let's just go next year."
"I'm just too busy!"
Last year, I brought it up again.
But he didn't even bother with excuses anymore. He just flat-out refused, not even hiding his annoyance.
Honestly, I was so done with this endless waiting.
"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."
Before Peter could respond, I hit that red button and felt a wave of relief.
Later that night, I was in my study, totally focused on my laptop.
Then, out of nowhere, Peter chucked a piece of cloth at my face.
"Look, babe, can you clean up your mess? You're leaving your dirty clothes all over the place!"
Damn, the sharp embellishment hit me hard enough to scratch my face. It hurt like hell!
"I found that under the couch. Seriously, just get your stuff organized, alright? Don't let it happen again."
Looking down, I realized it was a revealing, low-cut nightgown. My voice came out cold.
"That's not mine."
Peter's expression shifted, and he seemed to realize something, his face uneasy.
He bent down to grab it off the floor and hid it behind his back.
"Oh, this must be Josie's from when she stayed over last time. I'll make sure to get it back to her."
I didn't bother saying a damn thing. Just went back to focusing on my laptop.