Chapter 4

I looked out the car window at the rearview mirror, watching Elroy stand up and search for me.

Only now did he think to check if I was dead or alive.

I smiled and responded to Claire,

"I used to be, but not anymore."

Claire took me to the hospital.

After the doctor examined me, he found nothing serious. He put some medicated patches on me and sent me home.

Since I still had things to get from the house, I had to ask Claire to take me back to the place Elroy and I shared.

No one was home. I told Claire, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll just grab my things and go."

Claire had booked me a flight for tonight. I planned to get my stuff and leave with him.

Claire was worried about my injury and refused to let me get my things.

"You sit here and tell me where everything is. I'll get it."

I couldn't talk him out of it, so I just smiled and let him go.

Claire had just gone upstairs when Elroy came home.

Seeing me sitting in the living room, he rushed over and grabbed me. "Morgana, do you know how worried I was? Why didn't you tell me you were coming home? Do you know how long I've been looking for you?"

He was covered in sweat, looking like he really had been frantically searching for me.

But if I hadn't received that message from Catarina just seconds before he came home, I might have actually believed him.

Smelling Catarina's perfume on him and the intimate scent left after their time together.

I held back my disgust and pushed him away hard.

Thinking about all his lies, I couldn't help but slap him across the face.

"Elroy, you make me sick."

Elroy was stunned by my slap. He looked at me in disbelief and yelled, "Morgana, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Realizing he'd raised his voice, he adjusted his tone and looked at me helplessly. "Morgana, you're jealous again. I've told you so many times—if Catarina and I had something going on, would it be your turn?"

"Besides, if I wasn't preparing a birthday surprise for you, Catarina wouldn't have gotten scared. Can you stop being so petty?"

Over the past ten years, I'd heard these words countless times.

I used to lie to myself that there was really nothing between him and Catarina.

But now with 99 intimate photos of them sent to my phone, this time I couldn't lie to myself anymore, no matter what.

I tried to speak to him as calmly as possible. "Elroy, are you done? I just want to tell you one thing—we're breaking up."

Elroy's next words caught in his throat. This time he was truly shocked, a flash of obvious panic crossing his face.

"Morgana, do you even know what you're saying?"

Just then, Claire came downstairs with my luggage.

"Morgana, we can go now."

Looking at this man who had suddenly appeared, Elroy asked me with red eyes, "Morgana, who is this man!"