Chapter 4 of Goodbye Forever, My Cheating Boyfriend

Somehow it didn't surprise me much,

yet why did it feel like a great hole had been torn open in my chest, blood welling out of it?

Tristan stayed in the living room until the middle of the night,

then came to bed and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

This was his way of admitting he was wrong. In the past, whenever he did this, I'd soften without a shred of principle and forgive him. But this time his embrace only made my whole body ache.

I gently pulled myself free of him.

He seemed not to have expected it. He paused for a moment, then took his pillow and went out to the living room.

The couch was hard and narrow. In the past, I couldn't bear to let him make do with it, and I'd be the one to give in and coax him back to bed with me.

But this time, I found I couldn't muster the faintest strength to walk toward him.

When Tristan woke a little after nine, I was tidying up in the living room.

The first thing out of his mouth was to ask where breakfast was.

Tristan had a bad stomach and couldn't stand going hungry. In the past, even after a fight, I'd get up early every weekend to have a meal ready, waiting for him to wake so we could eat together.

But today, without so much as a blink, I answered him:

"I've already eaten. If you want something, make it yourself."

Seeing the hurt and surprise in his eyes, I felt nothing at all.

Cecily sent a message to our little group chat, the three of us:

【This couples' restaurant is really famous! Let's all go for lunch!】

Tristan shot me a sulky look and replied:

【Just the two of us! We'll get the couples' set—Wallis is busy, no time~】

In the past, at a moment like this I'd have been terrified of him being alone with Cecily, and I'd have argued my case, clinging to him until he took me along. Then he'd have used it to end the fight, graciously making up with me.

But this time, I only freed up a hand to type:

【Right, I'm busy. You two go.】

Tristan dragged out getting himself ready, then lingered around me for a long while. Seeing that I still wouldn't be the first to speak, he stormed off in a huff, slamming the door.

It was past three in the afternoon by the time I had everything packed up, then contacted the courier to ship it away.

Tristan, who never posted online, broke his own rule and put up a sweet couple photo of him and Cecily, the couples' restaurant in the background.

I knew he was waiting for me to call and confront him, the way I had so many times before. Then he'd give his helpless explanation that she was just a friend, and send me an address to come join the fun.

But this time, I only felt tired and fed up, with no interest in playing along.

Tristan didn't come home that night. He called around noon the next day and coldly pressed me:

"When can you give Cecily the money for the house?"

I flatly refused:

"I won't. I never said I'd give it to her."

After a moment, he let out a scornful little laugh, plainly mocking:

"Making a scene again, Wallis. See, this is more like you."

"Here's what we'll do. This afternoon I'll take you to a movie, all right? After the movie you give Cecily the money."

I stared, baffled. Was he even listening to a word I said?

A helpless sense of talking past each other came over me.

"Fine, we'll deal with it there." A breakup had to be said to his face, after all.

By the time I arrived, Tristan was already waiting with a tub of popcorn.