Todos los capítulos de I Won't Wait for Her Next Weekend: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

At 10:00 pm on Sunday, I heard the front door open. Joanie was back.She looked exhausted as she wheeled her suitcase into the corner without a second thought. As she changed her shoes, she pulled a small square box from her coat pocket and handed it to me."Passed by a duty-free shop and thought I'd pick this up for you."I took it and glanced at the box. It was a perfume, a classic citrus-scented one from a well-known brand. "Thanks."I set it on the shoe cabinet without opening it.Joanie took off her coat and frowned. "Why don't you open it and give it a try? It took me forever to pick one.""I'm allergic to citrus."She froze for a moment. "Oh, really? I forgot. I'll get you something else next time."With me, it was always "next time".She walked over to the couch and sat down, rubbing her temples. "I'm exhausted. This business trip was such a nightmare."I poured her a glass of warm water and set it in front of her. "How did the M&A deal in Bernum go?"Her hand paused

The day before I left, I finished all the paperwork for my resignation and walked out of the office with a cardboard box in my arms.Outside, the rain was coming down in sheets. The cold wind drove the rain into me, chilling me to the bone.I stood under the awning and checked my ride-hailing app. More than 100 people were trying to hail a ride, too. Then, a sharp cramp twisted through my stomach.My gastritis had flared up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand. I had no choice but to crouch on the ground, cold sweat pouring down my face.I pulled out my phone and called Joanie. This was the first time in five years I had ever called her during work hours to ask for help.The line rang for a long time before she finally answered. "Hey, what's wrong?"Her end of the line was noisy. I could hear a dog barking and a man sobbing."Joanie, my gastritis flared up. It hurts really bad. Can you come pick me up and take me to the hospital? I can't get a ride."I did my best to keep

Life in Northchime moved fast.During my first week at the new company, I was already put in charge of an important project. I was so busy every day that I barely had time to think about Joanie.On Friday night, after working late, I stopped by the convenience store downstairs and grabbed a hot dog. I had barely sat down when Sam called."Hey, Tom. Guess how Joanie's been doing lately."I took a bite of the dog and asked through a mouthful, "Dead?""Soon. She's lost it."I could hear the amusement in Sam's voice. "She went to your company looking for you, only to find out you'd already quit. Then she went to the real estate agent. They told her that you'd sublet the apartment and didn't even take back the deposit.""And then?""Then she started calling every mutual friend you two have, asking where you went. Everyone told her they had no idea. Apparently, she even posted a missing-person notice on her social media yesterday."She offered 15,000 dollars for information about yo

Three days later, I was at the cafe downstairs from my office, meeting a client.As soon as the client got up and left, I gathered my papers, only for someone to drop into the seat across from me. "Tom."That familiar, bright voice. I looked up, and Forrest was sitting across from me in a thin windbreaker that didn't quite fit.His face was blue from the cold. Gone was the smug, innocent act he used to wear so well. Now, he looked downright miserable.I closed my laptop and got ready to leave. "I don't know you.""Don't push it, Tom!"Forrest suddenly raised his voice, drawing looks from the customers around us. He gritted his teeth, then put on that same wounded expression."Tom, I know you're mad at me, but you can't punish Joanie like that. She lost her job trying to find you, and now she's facing a lawsuit. Even if you don't love her anymore, you can't destroy her life like this."I stopped and looked at him. "She used company money to pay your rent. Getting sued is the con

Two years later, I bought a small apartment of my own in Northchime, paid for in full. It wasn't big, but I had decorated every corner exactly the way I liked it.Warm white walls, a soft wool rug, a balcony overflowing with balloon flowers… There was no pine-scented perfume or cups with someone else's initials engraved on them.Here, this place was unquestionably mine.One weekend, Sam came to Northchime on a business trip and stopped by my place. He sprawled across the couch, eating the fruit I had cut for him."Tom, you're literally living the good life. You're winning at life."I smiled and poured him a glass of juice. "Can't complain. Mostly because I don't have any dramas in life anymore.""Speaking of dramas, I've got some gossip for you," Sam said, sitting up with glowing eyes. "Joanie got out last month."My hand paused for a moment as I cut the fruit, then continued as if I had heard nothing. "Oh.""Come on. Don't you want to know how she's doing?""No.""I don't ca