Anne’s trembling, tearful voice spilled through the line.
“Evan, so many people are slandering me online. What’s happening? I’m so scared! Is Claire still angry? Is this her way of getting back at me?”
Evan’s expression darkened as he scrolled through the barrage of vile insults sent her way, his entire body tense with rage.
Her voice grew more pitiful.
“Maybe I should just die. I must be getting in the way here.”
The implication in her words was clear. Evan’s gaze immediately snapped to me.
“Claire, I’ve been doing everything to please you. What more do want?”
you
He glanced at the bowl of soup in my hand, his temper flaring out of nowhere.
“I spent the whole evening cooking for you, and this is how you repay me? Sneaking around behind my back? Don’t you feel even a shred of guilt for betraying my sincerity?”
I set the spoon down with a soft clink, meeting his eyes. “Yes, you’re right. I’m cruel and spiteful. I can’t stand her.”
His brows furrowed, his voice heavy with disappointment.
“Claire, I’ve been begging for your forgiveness, and this is what you think of me? This is how you treat me? Fine. Great.”
Without another word, he turned and walked out, not even glancing back.
Moments later, a smug text from Anne lit up my phone.
“Sorry, Claire, but it looks like I’ve won again.”
I set the phone aside, letting out a bitter, silent laugh.
Looking back at the bowl, I noticed something I hadn’t before–a tiny bug floating on the surface of the clear soup.
This soup should have been thrown away long ago.
