Tom said, “Joey submitted the application on her birthday.”
Shawn kept replaying what had happened on my birthday in his mind after leaving my workplace. He couldn’t understand why I’d suddenly applied to return to Summeria–he’d only forgotten my birthday and brought up the fake divorce with me.
He was sure there was something else he wasn’t aware of and felt like he needed to seek me out to get to the bottom of this. That same day, he bought a flight back to Summeria.
After landing, he realized he couldn’t remember where Mom and Dad lived. He had no choice but to pull the same trick–he went to my company but was told that I was on leave. Shawn tried to contact my friends. However, upon scrolling through his contact list, he realized he didn’t have any of their numbers–not even Mom’s and Dad’s!
At this point, he realized he knew nothing about me. Left with no choice, he checked into a hotel near my workplace and kept calling me.
I finally answered after countless calls and coldly asked what he wanted. He was so used to me being the inferior party in the relationship that his tone automatically became interrogative when he spoke. “Why did you sell the apartment? Didn’t you think about how it would affect me?”
I asked in return, “Wasn’t I the one who bought the place?”
Back in the day, I’d constantly worked overtime and pushed myself to close more deals so I could buy the apartment. It was all because Shawn had mentioned wanting to have a place of our own. I’d wanted to include his name on the deed, but he’d turned me down.
“The apartment is mine, Shawn,” I said. “Anyway, I’ve already hired a lawyer to handle our divorce. You can speak directly to him if there’s anything you want to say.”
After that, I hung up. I didn’t care what else he had to say.
