Chapter 9
Simon cleared his throat, playing out the reunion with me in his head.
I would be in tears, rushing into his embrace, while he would put on a stern face and scold me.
He would say, “No more fits, okay? Can’t we just talk things out?”
He would listen to my heartfelt apology and forgive me with a tender kiss.
However, when Simon swung the door open, it was not his beloved he found–it was Ella.
His expression turned to stone.
Oblivious to his mood, Ella cozied up and latched onto his arm as she cooed, “I knew you’d see sense, Simon. You can’t just flip-
flop on something as big as marriage.”
Her face lit up with excitement as she tugged him inside.
“See, I tossed out all of that girl’s junk. There’s not a thing left. She had it coming, treating you like that. She deserves to be left
with nothing.”
Simon’s anger erupted, and he shook off her grip.
“How dare you?!”
He bolted to our bedroom, burst through the door, and found it wiped clean of my existence.
Even the half–used bottle of shower gel by the tub was gone. He loved its scent on me, and I had never switched it since.
Gripping the edge of the tub, his knuckles turned white, his joints cracking. However, he felt nothing.
Ella, startled by his fury, stuttered, “S–Simon-”
With a swift slap, he cut her off. “Get out! Don’t you dare call me that!”
His laugh was icy as he cornered Ella. “You think I wanted to marry you?”
