She opened the shopping bag with deliberate flair, pulling out a box and showing off the label. It was the PS5 I had been dreaming about for weeks.
Errol's POV
Sacha was eyeing me, seemingly waiting for me to say something first. But when all she got was a sideways glance at the PS5, she couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Errol, I bought you a PS5!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with forced enthusiasm. "Didn’t you want to play that Fortnite game? Now you can stay home and rest your leg for the next few days. I don’t want you limping around at our engagement party, or my friends will laugh at us."
Little did she know, I saw Craig’s Instagram post earlier. He was smiling with a PS5 in front of him, and in the reflection of the mirror behind him, half of Sacha’s body was visible. The apology gift was real, but it was clearly something she bought on the side.
“Thanks,” I said flatly. “But I already bought my own console. It’ll be delivered tomorrow. And honestly, you didn’t do anything wrong, so there’s no need to apologize.”
Her face stiffened. "Who told you to buy it yourself?" she snapped.
I raised an eyebrow. “Do I need permission to buy something for myself?”
Since the day we’d started dating, it felt like every small decision I made needed to be cleared with her. It was as if I lost the right to pursue even the smallest pleasures. Buying a console—something as trivial as that—had somehow become an act of defiance. But when she wanted something, I wasn’t even allowed to question it. If I showed the slightest hesitation, it turned into a full-blown argument about how useless I was, how I couldn’t even meet the simplest expectations.
“What exactly do you want from me, Errol?” Sacha finally exploded, her patience snapping like a brittle wire. “Yes, I shouldn’t have left you at the hospital this morning. But I’ve already apologized with a gift! What more do you want?!”
I met her gaze, unblinking. “You haven’t done anything wrong. And I don’t expect anything from you.”
Her eyes flared with anger. “You… you don’t want to get engaged, do you?”
I shrugged, feeling a strange weight lift off my shoulders. “I don’t really care.”
Her lips parted, shock and fury mixing on her face. “Fine! Let’s cancel the engagement!” she shouted, storming out and slamming the door so hard the walls shook.