Chapter 2 Breaking Up

When I came out of surgery, they were already gone.

Kayley sent me a photo. In it, she was sitting in the passenger seat of George's car, eating snacks. Potato chip crumbs were scattered everywhere.

She even had a caption. "The corridor is freezing. We'll be waiting for you in the car."

I never knew that George, with his severe OCD, could tolerate this level of mess. After all, he had never been able to stand me eating even a single piece of bread in his car.

I chuckled softly and liked her picture.

Then I called the wedding planner, "Cancel the wedding."

A hint of regret could be heard in her voice. "You've been planning the wedding for almost two years. Why?"

I looked at the intimate couple in the photo and gave a bitter smile. "Because I don't want to get married anymore."

With the cancellation, my obsession with marrying George vanished as well.

I did not get in the car and hailed a taxi home instead.

When George came home in the middle of the night, his tone was clearly angry. "We waited for you downstairs at the hospital for over two hours. You even reacted to Kayley's photo. Did you do this on purpose?"

The concern in his eyes was something I had failed to earn even after enduring a whole night of pain.

Kayley tried to mediate as always. "Stop fighting. Emilia just had surgery and needs to rest. Mr. Matthews, I have a few documents that need your review. The client is waiting for them."

George's anger instantly dissipated.

Without another word, the two of them went into the guest room. They did not come out for the rest of the night.

When I woke up the next day, George was busy in the kitchen. He did not explain what they had done in the room the night before.

What kind of work could be worth them spending the night alone together?

George took a plate of bagels from the microwave. "I got up early to queue up for this. Try it if it tastes as you remembered it."

It was my favorite bagel.

His work was getting busier, so he refused to queue for two hours for me, but he would bring the bagel to the office for Kayley every day.

From then on, I suddenly hated eating bagels.

"We talked about work until late at night. I didn't even realize I fell asleep on the bed." As he spoke, he brought his arm close to my nose. "Smell it if you don't believe me."

That unique jasmine scent of Kayley's hit my nostrils.

My stomach churned, and I rushed to the bathroom, frantically scrubbing the places he had just touched until my palms were red.

George stood at the bathroom door, looking bewildered.

The next second, he suddenly sneered, "Your mom scrubbed herself like a madwoman when she was assaulted. Now you're acting like her. At least Kayley is normally compared to you. Sometimes I really think you're a lunatic."

I stopped scrubbing. The air went still. Only the sound of the running water could be heard.

When my mother was assaulted by her boss, my father immediately divorced her. She cut her wrists in the bathtub that very night.

She lay in the red tub of blood and said to me weakly, "Men are all the same. Don't trust them."

Although I equally hated the violator and my father, I shook my head. "George is good to me. He's different."

But hearing those words from his mouth made me finally understand. He had never been that different after all.

I took a deep breath and said seriously, "Since she's the normal one, marry her. George, we're breaking up."