As the sound of his car faded into the night, I grabbed a pair of scissors and viciously shredded the wedding dress without a second thought.
At one-thirty in the morning, while I was packing up my belongings, a text from Lucian buzzed in: [Out drinking.]
After eight years together, it was uncommon for him to voluntarily share his whereabouts with me.
As I glanced at the cleaning gloves on my hands, I chose not to respond. Once I finished tidying up, I took a long, hot shower and slipped into bed.
The next day, when Lucian returned home, I was on my way out to take the trash. His gaze felt peculiar as he studied me.
“Is your phone broken?” He asked, furrowing his brow instinctively when I shook my head. I knew what he was getting at.
In the past, whenever he stayed out late, I would bombard him with calls and texts.
But last night, his phone had been eerily silent. Just as I was about to step outside, Lucian inquired, “Savannah, where did our photo on the wall go?”
I looked at the garbage bag, poised to reveal the truth, when his phone buzzed.
Pushing past me, he hit the voice message button, saying, “Don’t worry, kiddo; I’ll get it to you as soon as it’s ready,” as he walked inside.
The sound of the shower running reached my ears as I made my way downstairs to dispose of the trash.
On my return upstairs, I felt a sudden wave of weakness. I had hypoglycemia.
Cold sweat trickled down my back as I returned home and grabbed the egg and toast from the table.
Just as I took my first bite, Lucian's scornful voice echoed in the room. “Savannah, were you born starving?”
I watched in disbelief as he tossed the half-eaten toast and plate into the trash.
“I’ve cooked for you for eight years. Can’t I have just one bite of the breakfast you made because I was having a low-blood-sugar episode?” I asked, my voice flat.
His expression hardened as he retorted, “You lack manners. Taking without asking is stealing.”
He donned his suit and slammed the door behind him.
Struck by Lucian's fresh wave of cold cruelty, I instinctively picked up my phone and opened his WhatsApp.
I caught sight of his new background photo, featuring Ophelia in cat ears, pouting playfully. I liked it with a flick of my thumb and unpinned his chat from the top of my list.
Around noon at work, I headed to view an apartment when I stepped into the elevator and unexpectedly encountered Lucian and Ophelia.