He Missed the Funeral... For Her - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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The moment I walked through my front door, my phone started blowing up. At first I tried ignoring the constant buzzing, but the flood of notifications finally wore me down.
Every single one was from Damon.
I scrolled all the way back to the beginning. The first messages showed group photos from his trip - the same time period when my father had died. The pictures featured various men and women, with only a few showing him standing next to Carol.
It didn't click until I read his desperate captions:
"See? I was never alone with Carol. We were always in groups. Just coincidence we sat together sometimes."
He'd even included a shot of him crashed in bed with his buddies. I actually laughed out loud. Was this his idea of proof they hadn't slept together?
As I kept scrolling, message after message tried to establish his innocence with Carol. So he wasn't completely oblivious after all - he knew exactly what would make me jealous. He just couldn't be bothered to reassure me before. Now that divorce papers were looming suddenly he's Mr. Explanatory.
The messages shifted to apologies and begging for reconciliation. Exasperated, I muted his notifications and changed his contact name to something... less flattering.
Next morning, I was still half-asleep while brushing my teeth when a knock startled me. I opened the door to find Damon holding a thermos like some pathetic peace offering. Before I could speak, he ducked inside. I just rolled my eyes at his retreating back.
In the kitchen, he'd already unpacked his "homemade" breakfast - oatmeal and sad-looking sandwiches. "Made these myself," he announced, way too proud of this basic effort. "Let's eat together then I'll drive you to work."
I was opening my mouth to refuse when his phone rang. He glared at it but finally answered after several rings. Of course it was Carol's panicked voice: "Damon! My car broke down again! Can you come?"
Seriously? How many times would she pull this stunt? And how many times would he keep falling for it?
Right on cue, Damon gave me that torn look. I already knew his choice. The old me would've made him pick. The new me just didn't care anymore.
The second he rushed out, his pathetic breakfast went straight in the trash where it belonged.
Every single one was from Damon.
I scrolled all the way back to the beginning. The first messages showed group photos from his trip - the same time period when my father had died. The pictures featured various men and women, with only a few showing him standing next to Carol.
It didn't click until I read his desperate captions:
"See? I was never alone with Carol. We were always in groups. Just coincidence we sat together sometimes."
He'd even included a shot of him crashed in bed with his buddies. I actually laughed out loud. Was this his idea of proof they hadn't slept together?
As I kept scrolling, message after message tried to establish his innocence with Carol. So he wasn't completely oblivious after all - he knew exactly what would make me jealous. He just couldn't be bothered to reassure me before. Now that divorce papers were looming suddenly he's Mr. Explanatory.
The messages shifted to apologies and begging for reconciliation. Exasperated, I muted his notifications and changed his contact name to something... less flattering.
Next morning, I was still half-asleep while brushing my teeth when a knock startled me. I opened the door to find Damon holding a thermos like some pathetic peace offering. Before I could speak, he ducked inside. I just rolled my eyes at his retreating back.
In the kitchen, he'd already unpacked his "homemade" breakfast - oatmeal and sad-looking sandwiches. "Made these myself," he announced, way too proud of this basic effort. "Let's eat together then I'll drive you to work."
I was opening my mouth to refuse when his phone rang. He glared at it but finally answered after several rings. Of course it was Carol's panicked voice: "Damon! My car broke down again! Can you come?"
Seriously? How many times would she pull this stunt? And how many times would he keep falling for it?
Right on cue, Damon gave me that torn look. I already knew his choice. The old me would've made him pick. The new me just didn't care anymore.
The second he rushed out, his pathetic breakfast went straight in the trash where it belonged.
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