Chapter 4

That day was the one Santiago and I had planned to go out for dinner.

He was always punctual, but unexpectedly, he stood me up that day.

Worried that something might have happened to him on the way, I called him several times, but none of the calls went through.

It wasn't until the restaurant closed for the night that I left, feeling dejected.

On the taxi ride back home, I finally received a text message from him.

"Sorry, something came up."

His tone was always so formal. I thought it was something related to his work, so I didn't think much of it and even told him it was okay, trying to be understanding.

But when I got home, I saw a photo posted by Santiago's good friend on social media.

In the photo, Santiago, who had texted me saying he was busy, was holding Serenity by the shoulder and looking at her with a doting expression.

The screen automatically turned off after a minute.

At that moment, I found him detestable and revolting.

At midnight, Santiago finally came home.

I was lying on the sofa and woke up because of the sound of the door opening. The apartment door was pushed open carelessly from outside, letting in a gust of cold wind that chilled my body.

When I went over to help him, I smelled another woman's perfume on him.

It was so strong, like a declaration and possession.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, he pulled me into his arms and gripped my wrist tightly.

"This is not yours. It belongs to Serenity!"

That was probably the first time I saw Santiago drunk and also the first time I heard his true feelings from his own mouth.

I swallowed hard and weakly asked him, "Santiago, who am I?"

He was falling asleep on me, unable to fight off his drowsiness any longer.

In the vast bedroom, tears silently streamed down my face.