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Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Chapter 6
The next morning, I woke up to find Michael already dressed and ready to go. When he saw me, he said, “Juliana, let me drive you to work.” I was a bit surprised and amused by the sudden gesture.
I asked, “Have you sorted things out with Emily?”
Michael assured me, “Juliana, Emily and I are like brother and sister. It’s purely a friendship, trust me.”
I nodded, adding with a hint of sarcasm, “Of course, I believe you. You two have the kind of pure relationship where nothing would happen even if you shared the same bed.”
Michael’s expression immediately soured. “Juliana, do you have to be so harsh?”
I didn’t hold back, “You’re just realizing I’m harsh now? Funny how you didn’t seem to mind when you were interested and needed me. You never mentioned it then.”
Michael responded through gritted teeth, “Even if I crossed some lines with her, we’ve been friends for so many years. Can’t you be a bit understanding?”
It was laughable. They could embrace anytime, yet here I was, the actual girlfriend, expected to “understand.”
I felt a wave of disgust; Michael’s face filled me with growing fatigue. I said, “Michael, we need to talk after work. I have something important to discuss.”
Perhaps it was my serious tone that caught Michael off guard. Before he could reply, I grabbed my bag and left, uninterested in what was on his mind.
That evening, I returned home to an unexpected scene. Three dishes were laid out on the dining table alongside a plate of fresh.
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fruit and a bouquet of flowers. This time, the flowers were correct–Amber Rose, my favorite, not the magenta Floyd Rose he had mistakenly gotten before.
A few moments later, Michael appeared from the kitchen. wearing an apron, a drastic change from his usual demeanor.
With an optimistic smile, he said, “Juliana, you’re back. Come and taste the dishes I made for you.”
I stood there, puzzled by his gesture. Was this his way of making amends, or perhaps a last attempt before a breakup?
Michael explained, “Today marks our three–year anniversary, and I wanted to cook something special for you.”
I found it amusing and started to say, “Michael, you know I wanted to talk to you about break ”
Before I could finish, Michael interrupted, “Juliana, please try the food first. I know it’s not perfect, but I can improve.”
Seeing his earnest expression, I paused and sat down to taste his efforts. The flavors were average–neither exceptional nor terrible.
I said, “It’s okay.”
Michael sat beside me and held my hand gently. “Juliana, I know there have been misunderstandings between us, but can we put them behind us?”
I stayed silent, but since I was hungry, I ate a bit more. Mistaking my compliance for approval, Michael continued, “I’m sorry for what Emmy said that day. Let me apologize for her. She’s her own person, and we have our own relationship. Can’t we move on?” Hearing this made me feel nauseated again. I abruptly lost my appetite and set the chopsticks down to go wash up.
In the following days, Michael changed his behavior. He woke up
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early to make my favorite breakfast and waited outside my office after work to give me a ride home–something he had never done before. Even when our paths coincided, he’d avoid picking me up, citing the traffic around my office as an excuse.
I had no idea what prompted this change, but it only increased my irritation.
After a few days, I almost believed Michael was genuinely trying to improve and distance himself from Emily. However, one evening, just as we got home, Emily called.
Sobbing, she said, “Mikey, the power’s out at my place, and I’m terrified…”
Her repeated cries of “Mikey” seemed to have an enchanting effect, compelling Michael to rush to her side without a second thought.
Well, this time I made up my mind. I was done with Michael for good.
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The next morning, I woke up to find Michael already dressed and ready to go. When he saw me, he said, “Juliana, let me drive you to work.” I was a bit surprised and amused by the sudden
gesture.
I asked, “Have you sorted things out with Emily?”
Michael assured me, “Juliana, Emily and I are like brother and sister. It’s purely a friendship, trust me.”
I nodded, adding with a hint of sarcasm, “Of course, I believe you. You two have the kind of pure relationship where nothing would happen even if you shared the same bed.”
Michael’s expression immediately soured. “Juliana, do you have to be so harsh?”
I didn’t hold back, “You’re just realizing I’m harsh now? Funny how you didn’t seem to mind when you were interested and needed me. You never mentioned it then.”
Michael responded through gritted teeth, “Even if I crossed some lines with her, we’ve been friends for so many years. Can’t you be a bit understanding?”
It was laughable. They could embrace anytime, yet here I was, the actual girlfriend, expected to understand.”
I felt a wave of disgust; Michael’s face filled me with growing fatigue. I said, “Michael, we need to talk after work. I have something important to discuss.”
Perhaps it was my serious tone that caught Michael off guard. Before he could reply, I grabbed my bag and left, uninterested in what was on his mind.
That evening, I returned home to an unexpected scene. Three
dishes were laid out on the dining table alongside a plate of fresh
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