Everything here has nothing to do with me.
Not even Peter mattered anymore.
When I got home, he handed me a nicely wrapped gift box.
"Babe, I know I haven't been spending much time with you these days. Don't worry, once I get through this hectic schedule, I'll make it up to you."
"It's only two weeks until our wedding. Have you thought about where you want to go for our honeymoon?"
When I didn't take it, Peter opened the box himself, revealing an old-fashioned gold necklace inside.
Just on the way to the front door, I came across Josie's post.
[Ugh, my silly childhood friend! Sure, this necklace's gold. But it's so old-fashioned I wouldn't wear it even if he paid me! LMAO.]
[Well, look, he actually bought me something new to make up for it. OMG! I love it!]
That necklace she was trashing was the same one my jerk fiancé was holding.
No way I'd take someone's garbage. I just grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom.
"I'm really tired today. Let's just talk later."
I took a good time in the bathroom for an hour and a half, putting on a face mask and doing my skincare routine before finally coming out.
I saw Peter still up, out on the balcony, smoking up on a lounge chair.
His gaze seemed empty, lost somewhere in the city lights. Bet he was missing his dear childhood friend again.
Well, I don't really care, so I just tossed the mask and went straight to bed.
I was already half-asleep when I felt someone sit at the edge of my bed. Peter whispered my name real soft, even leaning in to kiss me.
As soon as I caught a whiff of smoke, I frowned and pushed him away. I just rolled over and went right back to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to find him already off to work.
I finished my breakfast and called up the real estate agent from the second-hand housing center to talk about selling the house.
This place, well, I’d bought it outright with five years of my savings. It was supposed to be my pre-marriage asset.
Back then, Peter didn't have a dime and couldn't even afford rent.
So, he moved in with me instead.
Over the years, his company took off, and he never talked about moving out. When I asked him about it, he'd just grin and suggest something.
"Babe, we've made memories here. Why don’t we make this our forever home, hmm?"
I thought he was saving his money for something important related to his business.