The dinner was scheduled for 7:30 pm, so I showed up at the restaurant at 7:00 pm.
But by 8:00 pm, Vivian still hadn’t arrived.
I tried calling her, but the line was busy.
By 9:00 pm, I still hadn’t heard from her. M
y stomach was growling, so I decided to stop waiting and just ordered the food.
I enjoyed a quiet meal on my own.
After dinner, I wandered around a big supermarket in the city, picking up a bunch of fruits and vegetables I liked.
When I was leaving, I saw a post from Howard on social media.
[With you by my side, everything is great.]
The photo showed a delicate, pale hand with a small rose tattoo on the webbing between the thumb and index finger.
It was Vivian’s hand.
Normally, seeing something like this would have made me furious and jealous, leading to a big fight with Vivian.
But this time, I felt nothing.
It was as if Vivian and Howard were completely irrelevant, like strangers to me.
