Without saying a word, I started unwrapping the takeout, trying damn hard to ignore the big fat [9.99$] on the receipt. But then I saw the cilantro garnish on the soup, and I couldn't just ignore that, too.
"Honey, we've been together for 10 freakin' years, and you still don't know I hate cilantro?"
Meredith froze for a second, then scoffed, "Well then, don't eat it if you don't want it." She turned away and went back to packing up the clam chowder into a container.
She grabbed her keys, ready to bolt. She was about to head out when I stopped her, shoving this opened blue box into her hand.
"I don't use other men's condoms, Meredith. Tell Devon to take care of his own damn stuff," I said, straight up.
Her face turned this bright, guilty red. She just stared down at the box, swallowing hard, looking completely caught out.
"Honey, don't get the wrong idea. Boys these days just like to mess around, you know?"
God, I didn't even care about her excuses anymore.
She must've noticed the look on my face because suddenly, she was trying to change the subject.
"Oh, by the way, I talked to the doctor. Your injury's not that serious. Just take two days to rest here, okay? Don't worry, I already took care of your leave."
She was practically running out the door as she said that, and her eyes kept darting to the container like she was scared even a drop of that damn chowder might spill.
I glanced at the clock on the wall—she was heading out a whole hour earlier than usual.
Didn't take a genius to figure out—Devon probably got wasted last night, and my girlfriend's in a rush to drive him to work.
Even if it meant crossing half the city, she didn't seem to mind one bit.
I just let out a bitter laugh, grabbed my phone, and limped my way to take a cab to the company.
I'd be leaving soon anyway, and there was still some work to wrap up. Besides my resignation letter, there's this programming system I'd been working on for ages that is sitting on my company computer.
That system was a goldmine, probably worth the next decade of profits for her company. Consider it my farewell gift to wrap up these 10 years with some dignity.
When I got to the office, the whole area was buzzing with gossip, and nobody even tried to lower their voices when I walked in.