A Parting Regret
After I discovered Chelsea Stone’s infidelity, I ended the relationship without giving her a chance.
I packed my luggage bit by bit. She watched me, then suddenly said, “Jensen Scott, do you know what was the most boring thing about you?”
I paused and turned around.
She blew out a puff of smoke and smiled in a flirtatious way. “You were so boring. You did not even know how to sweet‑talk in bed. It was so uninteresting.”
I walked away with my things, and I held back my tears.
Three years later, I ran into her in the hospital corridor. She wore a white coat, and the medical record book in her hand almost slipped when I bumped into her.
Our eyes met. She looked me over, and her tone turne