Beneath the Perfect Disguise, I Quietly Slipped Away Chapter 7

Connor became a different person.

He suddenly started reporting everything to me, even though I didn't care at all.

In bed, he was like a madman, forcing me to look into his eyes.

But every time I looked, he would panic and cover my eyes again.

Like a derailed train suddenly returning to the track.

The clock hands, our relationship—

It seemed like everything rewound to before Madison appeared.

I suddenly felt that maybe he didn't completely not care.

I should explain the breakup to his face.

I hadn't noticed when booking the ticket—

The departure date was our seventh anniversary.

And tomorrow was the seventh anniversary.

I looked at the photo Connor sent.

He was in a suit, clinking glasses with clients at a business dinner.

I resolved to make everything clear tonight.

Then I saw it—

Connor and Madison kissing.

Evening breeze, summer night, starlight.

Every scene was exactly the same as the night we defined our relationship seven years ago.

Except back then, I was in Connor's arms.

Now, it was Madison.

Madison’s peach-blossom eyes were shimmering and moving.

Her lipstick color was beautiful.

She looked at the camera—looked at me.

Her eyes held provocation and triumph.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

A self-mocking laugh.

And my heart, like a pool of stagnant water that had thoroughly died.

Finally, completely and utterly, felt indifferent.