Bertha did not reply to Simon. Disgust crept through every part of her body. She could no longer feel warmth in Simon’s arms, only coldness.
He was such a good actor.
She had witnessed with her own two eyes how he cheated on her. If she had not, perhaps she would have believed him after he worked so hard to explain himself to her. But there were no what-ifs in the world, were there? The sight of his tears just disgusted her, and she found the entire situation ironic.
She pushed Simon away and smiled at Luna.
“Thank you for working so hard to take care of me all this while. Since you’re here, you might as well have a seat and eat with us.”
Simon could sense that there was something off about Bertha, and he signed timidly, “Bertha, are you still mad?”
