Chapter 3
I couldn’t stop myself. I had to dig deeper.
I opened his browser history.
The top three searches stabbed me like knives:
[What does it mean when a girl says a guy feels like her dad?]
(Is holding hands crossing the line?]
[Is there karma for emotional cheating before marriage?]
I scrolled down, opened his social media.
Half a month ago, he’d posted on a forum:
Title: I’m about to get married, but I think I’m falling for someone else. Am I trash?
The new girl in our lab is clumsy and always asking me for help. Her smile makes her eyes crinkle. She smells faintly of oranges.
Yesterday, while my fiancée was trying on wedding dresses and asking for my opinion, all I could think about
was the way Luna’s lab coat clings to her waist.
I know I’m a horrible person, but a part of me hopes I can keep “looking after” her even after I’m married.
There were already over a hundred replies, almost all from men.
[Your wife’s the old flower. The new one’s always sweeter. That’s the dream-wife at home, fun on the side.]
[Eight years? So what? Women are like clothes-if they’re worn out, toss ’em. Bang the new one before you
regret it.]
[You’re overthinking this. Just marry one and flirt with the other. Once your wife gets pregnant, just say you’re
pulling late nights at the lab. Win-win!]
One disgusting comment after another. It made me sick.
I closed the post.
But then clicked on the most recent thread.
Peter had replied to all the comments:
[Forget it. I’ve decided to bury this feeling. Eight years together… I owe her that much.]
The comment section was full of praise.
[Such a good man.]
[Self-control, responsibility-husband material!]
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But all I could do was laugh.
He gave himself the luxury of emotional wandering.
Not once did he ask me-did I still want him?
Did I still want this half-hearted shell of a man?
No. I didn’t.
