Part 2Too Late to Repent

I sat in the living room all night, scrolling through his private account again and again.

He said her desserts were delicious.

I once spent a whole morning baking him a cake. He took one look at it and threw it in the trash right in front of me.

He praised her for being lively, outgoing, and social.

I once exchanged a few pleasant words with someone at a party, and he’d sneered, “There you go, showing off again.”

He prepared elaborate gifts for her, marking the first day they met, their first week, their first month. This man, who had no patience for anything, would sit at a craft table for an entire day.

【I’m so happy just thinking about her face when she gets it! Her eyes will be sparkling. She’s so damn cute!】

Today was my thirtieth birthday.

Asher didn’t even come home.

I waited until midnight, then broke down and called him. It rang for a long time before he answered. The music on his end was deafening, a chaotic mix of male and female laughter.

“I told you I’m busy, can you stop bothering me!”

“What? It’s your birthday today?”

“...I forgot.”

I silently opened his private account.

Ten minutes ago, he had posted:

【Don’t want to go home.】