Chapter 4

Although it was phrased as a question, she didn’t actually care to hear my response. So, she went ahead and passed judgment on me herself.

“You’d better think this through. I’m beautiful and successful. Once you miss out on me, you will never get another chance.”

With that, she grabbed her coat and slammed the door shut as she stormed out.

I stood up, having had no chance to speak—not that I was going to beg for her forgiveness anyway. I just wanted her to leave her key behind.

…

After packing up my belongings, there were still a few of Sage’s things left in the house. As such, I pulled out a large bag and stuffed everything inside in one go.

The remaining things were our photo prints and travel souvenirs. There were souvenirs from every new country we visited, picking fruit at an orchard, and me teaching her archery. However, there were simply too many, and I was too lazy to go through them one by one.

I had been the only one keeping them all along, like a one-man show. Since she probably wouldn’t care if they were gone anyway, I opened the door and threw them into the trash.

Early the next morning, I typed up my resignation letter and headed to the company. After turning in my resignation, a close coworker suddenly grabbed my arm with an awkward look on his face.

“Dude, could you deliver this bag to Ms. Arnold’s home for me? My stomach is hurting so bad, and I need to see the doctor.”

Sage didn’t want to make our relationship public, so my coworkers didn’t know about us.

I hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing. Although I didn’t want to see her, I could use the trip to retrieve the things I had left at her house.

When I arrived, I knocked on the door, but no one answered. So, I typed in the passcode and walked in. As I walked through the door, the scene inside made me stop in my tracks.

An overwhelming stench of alcohol hit me, and clothes were scattered all over the floor. Sounds were also coming from the bathroom—someone taking a shower.

In the next second, the sound of the shower stopped, and someone walked out while drying his hair with a towel.

Speaking with the swagger of the master of the house, he said, “Just put the stuff down right there and head out.”

Catching sight of me from the corner of his eye, Simon suddenly stopped. A hint of glee flashed in his eyes, but he immediately covered his mouth and feigned panic.

“Peter, why are you here?”

Hearing Simon’s voice, a flurry of hurried footsteps echoed from the bedroom.

Immediately after, Sage walked out, pretending to be calm. Yet she couldn’t even pull off a full act as all the buttons on her shirt were misaligned.

Sage forced a smile and explained, “Simon had nowhere to go last night, so I took him in for the night. Don’t… overthink it.”

Simon acted very obediently and came forward to take the bag from my hand. However, in the next second, the bag suddenly ripped open, and a strip of pills fell out. It was a well-known brand of morning-after pill.

Sage looked absolutely horrified, and she immediately bent down to pick it up. Watching her attempt to cover up her actions, I felt nothing besides finding it somewhat funny.

However, the moment I turned my head, my gaze landed on Simon, and only then did I notice that he was wearing my clothes. They were the ones my mom had gifted me for my twentieth birthday.

Fighting back the nausea I felt inside, I forced myself to keep my anger in check and said, “Take off those clothes right now.”

Simon looked at me with a troubled expression and said in an aggrieved tone, “I don’t have any other clothes to wear. Peter, please just lend them to me for a bit.”

I sneered and kicked the balled-up clothes on the floor. “Aren’t these clothes?”

Simon’s face went stiff, and his knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists.

“Peter, why do you have to be such a bully? Do you think humiliating me is fun?”