Chapter 2

"We need to talk." Calvin's voice came from the other side of the door.

I didn't move.

"Open the door," he said.

I didn't answer. A moment later, the doorknob turned, and he walked in.

He stopped beside the bed and looked down at me.

"Don't you think you're overreacting?"

I sat up and leaned against the headboard.

"Overreacting?"

"You're asking for a divorce over some breakfast? Don't you think this is ridiculous?" Calvin let out a dry laugh.

I stared at him. We had been together for five years, but suddenly he felt like a total stranger.

"You think this is ridiculous?"

"Isn't it? It was just breakfast. It's not like I cheated on you," Calvin replied, looking totally unapologetic.

"Then what counts as cheating to you?" I asked. "Sleeping together?"

His brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? She's just a coworker."

"A coworker who ate your homemade breakfast for three years?" I sneered.

"She has a sensitive stomach. Food from outside doesn't agree with her. Since I was already making breakfast, I just made some for her too."

"Just?" I couldn't help laughing and said, "You get up an hour early every morning! You even make her fruit plates. You remember exactly what she likes and doesn't like!"

He fell silent.

"You've been doing this for her for three years, yet you've never made me breakfast even once."

"There wasn't enough time," he argued.

"Not enough time? You were already getting up an hour early. You could've made one more portion for me. So why didn't you?"

Calvin opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Because you didn't think I was worth the effort," I said. "You couldn't even remember what I like, let alone take the time to make me breakfast, cut up some fruit, or do any of those little things."

"If that's how you want to see it, there's nothing I can do." He shrugged.

"See? You don't even bother to explain yourself."

Calvin took a deep breath and softened his tone. "Fine. I'll admit I shouldn't have made her breakfast. But I never did anything with her. You went out to lunch with another guy today. Those are two completely different things."

I asked, "How are they different?"

"She's just a coworker. And that guy? Everyone at your company knows he's been pursuing you for two years. Yet, you still went to have lunch with him. Were you doing that to get back at me?"

"Get back at you?" I tilted my head. "We just had lunch. There's nothing going on between us. You're reading too much into it."

His expression changed. He'd used that exact excuse before. "You…"

"What?"

"You're obviously doing this on purpose just to piss me off!"

"Am I?" I held his gaze. "Oh, so you can't stand it when I go have lunch with someone else, but it's perfectly fine for you to make breakfast for another woman?"

"I told you, she's just a coworker!" Calvin yelled, his face turning red.

"And I told you, he's just a coworker too. The restaurant he took me to was really good, so we're planning to go back next time."