I didn’t see Michael after I came back, so I searched around for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Guess he wasn’t back yet then. He was probably occupied by his work since it was getting quite late. That man really was a workaholic. I swear, he wouldn’t even get up before finishing his mountain of work.
I went to make a simple dinner and laid it out on the table. It had been a while since I lived with him, and I noticed he liked a simple dinner more. It was weird, though, since he probably had caviar for breakfast before we started dating, so I wondered why he liked my homemade food. At that point, I just guessed he wasn’t really a picky eater.
I waited for him to come back so we could dig in, but much to my chagrin, he still wasn’t back yet. Hey, you should’ve at least given me a call. What am I supposed to do now?
The fact that he wouldn’t call me got on my nerves. Even though I knew he didn’t need to tell me anything, the radio silence was still annoying.
At that, I cursed him silently and decided to stop waiting for him. If he isn’t calling me, there’s no need to wait then.
I was about to dig in when my phone rang. Michael? Huh, at least he’s not a heartless b*stard. The fact he called me made me feel a little better, so I took the call.
“Hey, what’s taking you so long?” I snapped at him, disgruntled.
“Hello, Ms. Garcia,” a woman answered me.
Wait, Emma? That was the first thought I had. Where’d that guy go?
I knew something was up when she was the one answering me. Since she was taking the calls, that meant Michael was with her. That fact angered me, but it also made me jealous. Michael spent most of his time with me, but he only made his relationship with Emma public.
“Why are you answering for him? Do you need anything?” I had to ask despite knowing that they were together. One could say that I did not know when to give up.
“Michael’s taking a shower, so he won’t be going back tonight. He’s staying at my place. Don’t wait up on him,” Emma answered smugly, while my heart shattered into a million pieces.
I gripped the phone tightly, and I teared up. Even though I knew Michael was staying with Emma, hearing it from her was still soul-crushing nonetheless. “Noted with thanks. If there’s nothing else, then I’ll be hanging up. Bye.” I was starting to suffocate, and I had to hang up fast. Otherwise, I might lose it if I start thinking about how he would stay the night at her place.
“I told you he’s mine, Anna, so give up. Stop hurting yourself,” Anna told me coldly before I could end the call.
I knew she was threatening me, but I snapped back, “You’re not the boss of me, Emma.” Then I hung up before she could say another word.
The moment that phone call ended, I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take the fact that he was staying with another woman, and I couldn’t take the fact that they would be f*cking in a moment. The mere thought ripped my heart apart, tearing me up.
I knew Michael was a playboy. And I knew he wouldn’t be with me for life, but still, I wanted him all for myself.
Turning to look at the dinner on the table, I laughed at myself. It was unbelievable, but all I could think about was Michael. To think I cared about a man who only saw me as a “business partner.” To think I actually fell in love with him. Oh, how pathetic and foolish I was.
Well, who knew one call was all it took to ruin my appetite? I left the dishes on the table and went to my bedroom, but I knew it’d be a sleepless night. I tossed and turned, but I didn’t get a wink of sleep even when dawn had risen.
Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Michael pounding another woman as hard as he could. How could I sleep when all I could think about was him getting it on with another woman? God, even sleeping was tortuous for me at that point.
I took a look at the time and realized it was already five-thirty in the morning, but Michael was still nowhere to be seen. Wow, I guess that must be one hell of a night.
Right when I was about to plunge into another session of depression, I heard someone opening the door. That’s Michael. It has to be. We’re the only ones who have the access code. I should be feeling happy, but for some reason, I wasn’t.
In the end, I pretended to be asleep since I didn’t want to see him. I was worried I couldn’t stop myself from imagining him having sex with Emma.
Eventually, he came to the bedroom, and he opened the door. Even though I wanted to blow up and demand an explanation, I couldn’t even bring myself to open my eyes. Heck, I couldn’t even breathe.
Then I felt him coming toward me with his sharp piercing gaze on my face. A few moments later, he lay down beside me and gave me a hug. He loved to spoon me as he drifted to sleep every night, and I loved being the little spoon.
That was the past, though. Now I wanted him to get off me. It used to feel good, but all I could think about at that point was if Michael had hugged that woman like how he was hugging me right now.
So I turned around, refusing to face him. I was upset, but I had to cover it up. I didn’t know how much longer I could last, but I didn’t know how to tell him about my feelings either.
But of course, he realized I was pushing him away, and he frowned. “I know you’re awake. C’mon, why aren’t you talking to me?” He sounded as sexy as usual but also tired. Though I didn’t want to ignore him, I still couldn’t bring myself to face him.
Since I was turning my back on him, I looked straight ahead and let my sadness flow. “There’s nothing to talk about. You were out all night, so you must be exhausted now.”
Once again, I thought about how he had spent the night before with Emma, and my heart crumbled into pieces.
