Through the closed door, I could hear Calvin's thumbs tapping against his phone screen.

Snippets of voice messages leaked through the gap. I didn't need to guess who he was chatting with. It was Cara.

I'd actually fought with him about this once. Calvin brushed it off, said I was making a big deal out of nothing.

“I'm with you every single day. What could possibly be so urgent you need to text me? If it's an emergency, call. If it's not, just tell me when I get home.”

“Cara's different. We don't see each other every day, so messaging is totally normal!”

The logic was airtight.

It shut down every argument I could have made.

I pressed my fingers against the bridge of my nose and walked into the bedroom.

By the time I came back out, Calvin had already ordered delivery and was eating.

One serving. Nothing for me.

A laugh escaped before I could stop it, my voice shaking as I asked him：“Why did you only order one?”

“Huh? You want some?”

“I figured you were dieting for the wedding dress!”

He didn't even lift his head when he said it.

If he had, he would have seen my tears.

But he didn't.

“Calvin, can we talk?”

I took a deep breath and pulled out a chair, but the moment I sat down, he stood up.

“No time.”

“I told Cara I'd game with her.”

The takeout container left on the table for me to clean up. The chair I'd just pulled out. The man already walking away.

In that moment, every ounce of pressure in the apartment came crashing down on me at once.

My chest felt sealed off, like a plastic bag pressed over my mouth, and I couldn't get a full breath in.

From the study, I heard them already on voice chat.

“Calvin, have you seen the new movie that just came out? I've been dying to see it.”

“I knew you'd bring it up. Already bought the tickets. I'll take you tomorrow.”

“You're always so thoughtful!”

“A coworker mentioned it today, and I grabbed the tickets right away so I could surprise you.”

Every word Calvin said without a second thought reverberated in my ears.

For Cara, he always had time. Always had the thought.

For me, all he ever had was one line“She's a friend. You're my wife. How is that the same?”

Calvin, if being your wife is this exhausting, I'd rather just be your friend.

I slammed my foot into the study door and it flew open.

Calvin whipped around, instinctively covering the microphone with his hand.

He frowned, staring at me like he couldn't understand what the problem was.

“We have our wedding dress fitting tomorrow. Did you forget?”

The sharpness I'd been holding back bled through my voice.

Calvin seemed to register my tone. His expression tightened with visible discomfort.

“I made plans with Cara to see a movie tomorrow. Already bought the tickets.”

“Can't you just go try on dresses by yourself? It's not like I'd be any help. Or ask Marian to go with you.”

One second. That was all it took for him to come up with a replacement plan and an excuse.

Going with his wife to try on wedding dresses? Not important.

Taking his female friend to the movies? That mattered.

“No.”

I refused, and there was nothing uncertain about it.

Calvin glanced at the game still running on his screen. Cara's voice crackled through his headset, urging him to hurry up. Irritation flashed across his face.

“Sarah, am I not allowed to have my own plans? My own life?”

“Once we're married, does everything have to revolve around you?”

I almost laughed at that.

When had anything ever revolved around me?

Not a single text from him during the workday. The second he got home, he disappeared into his games.

Every step of the wedding planning, he'd been absent. He still hadn't gone with me to pick out our rings……

His world was full. Who it revolved around was anyone's guess.

I looked at him, the disappointment settling deep. “Calvin, is this wedding only my responsibility?”

The words came out worn thin with exhaustion.

“You're being unreasonable.”

Calvin said those three words, put on his headset, and launched into the game without looking back.

“Women are so much trouble.”

“Cara, promise me you won't be this difficult when you get married.”

A throwaway complaint, met by a silvery laugh through his headset.

Calvin and I started dating freshman year of college.

In the beginning, he did care. He'd walk with me, take me to the movies.

He just wasn't big on texting, but in person he was always thoughtful.

“I don't like chatting. Typing's a hassle, listening to voice messages is a hassle.”

“I'm like that with everyone.”

I accepted that about him.

Back then I told myself, that's just who he is.

Later, once we were together, he introduced me to Cara and often brought me along to game with them.

But I wasn't any good, so after a while I stopped playing.

I shouldn't have seen the message threads between Calvin and Cara. Endless, dense, scrolling on and on.

Or Cara's Instagram, where Calvin had commented on every single post without fail.

He'd even message Cara on nights he couldn't sleep. He never once reached out to me.

It felt like swallowing a needle.

That night, Calvin didn't come to bed.

He gamed until dawn.

Early the next morning I left him a note. 【Meet me at the bridal boutique.】

【There's something I need to talk to you about.】

He could ignore my texts. He could skip my voice messages.

A note, at least, he couldn't miss.

But I forgot: some people aren't blind in the eyes. They're blind in the heart.

I sat on the sofa and watched couple after couple walk in and walk out. The cup of hot water in front of me was refilled again and again.

Until a staff member came over, apologetic.

“Miss Vance, we're about to close up for the day……”

The way she trailed off, too awkward to finish. It was pity.

I walked home in stops and starts.

On the way, I opened Cara's Instagram over and over.

【Oh yeah, checked this one off the list!】

The photo showed a movie screen. In the bottom left corner, a hand throwing up a peace sign. Calvin's hand.

If moving out had been my way of testing Calvin, then this time I really needed to let go.

Around the corner from our building, at the barbecue stand Calvin and I always went to, I spotted two familiar figures.

His back was to me. Cara sat across from him, talking with her hands.

Then Cara saw me, and Calvin turned around.

In the middle of all that noise and chatter, something unspeakable settled between the three of us.

“Sarah! Sit here!”

Cara pulled over a stool and patted the spot next to her.

“Sarah, how'd the dress fitting go today?”

She was grasping for small talk, trying to smooth over the tension.

The skewer in Calvin's hand trembled.

Before I could speak, he called out, “Excuse me, thirty more beef skewers, ten pork belly, and a mango smoothie.”

I knew what this was. Guilt.

He was trying to make it up to me with an order.

It was hot out. By the time the smoothie arrived, it was already half melted.

“Drink it before it melts.”

I glanced at it. Didn't touch it.

Calvin frowned. “Isn't mango smoothie your favorite?”

Cara snorted. “You idiot, I'm the one who likes mango smoothies.”

Calvin scratched the back of his head, sheepish, and looked at me with guilt all over his face：“Sorry, I got mixed up……”

He didn't get mixed up. He had never learned what I liked in the first place.

Because the entire time we'd been together, I was the one who ordered for us. He never had to bother.

Calvin didn't just not know my preferences. He'd forgotten something else.

I'm allergic to mango.

I lowered my head and scooped a spoonful into my mouth.

Spoonful after spoonful, I finished the entire mango smoothie right in front of Calvin.

That night, my whole body burned and broke out in hives.

When I got up to find my allergy medication, the living room light flicked on.

I thought Calvin had remembered.

Instead, he walked right past me into the bathroom.

“What are you looking for in the middle of the night?”

A flat, half-asleep question, thick with congestion.

He didn't even glance at me before heading back to the bedroom.

He didn't care about the answer.

I stared at the allergy pills in my hand, then sank to the floor and cried until I couldn't breathe.

In that moment, whatever love I had left died completely.

That same night, I sent messages canceling every part of the wedding.

The next morning, I woke to Calvin's voice.

“Why are you sleeping on the couch?”

“What happened to you? What are all these red spots?”

Calvin was crouching beside the sofa, his eyes full of concern.

It was the first time in days that we'd actually looked at each other.

The feeling was foreign and familiar all at once.

“Damn it!”

“I forgot you're allergic to mango!”

The guilt hit Calvin all at once. He called in sick to work and rushed me to the hospital.

The entire time, he played the part of the attentive fiancé.

“Your husband treats you so well.”

The nurse hooking up my IV stole a glance at Calvin picking up my prescription and teased me.

But watching him fuss over everything, I felt nothing. Still water. Not a ripple.

Well?

If he really treated me well, I wouldn't be having an allergic reaction in the first place.

I tugged the corners of my mouth into something like a smile.

Three hours on the IV drip. Calvin stayed the whole time and didn't touch his phone once.

It rang a few times, but he ignored it.

I knew it was probably because of the nature of his work. Calvin genuinely didn't chat during business hours.

He and Cara only started messaging each other after work and on weekends.

On the drive home, Calvin seemed to remember something. “Yesterday you said you had something to discuss with me. What was it?”

My hand froze on the seatbelt.

So he'd known all along. He'd remembered.

I shook my head and clicked the seatbelt into place. “It was nothing.”

There was nothing left to discuss.

Calvin kept talking the whole way, trying to cheer me up, but I couldn't absorb a single word.

“I'll make you some porridge when we get in. Red bean?”

He was still talking as he stepped out of the elevator, but after a few steps, he stopped.

I looked past him and saw Cara crouched outside our front door.

“I'm really sorry, Cara. I forgot we were supposed to game today.”

Cara stood up looking hurt, rubbing the numbness out of her calves.

“You didn't even reply to my messages. So annoying.”

“So are we still playing or not?”

Calvin looked torn. He turned back to me.

I didn't acknowledge him. I walked past both of them and pushed the door open.

Calvin followed me inside, hesitant, and lowered his voice. “I'll make your porridge first. After you eat, you should rest. Cara and I can game in the study. We won't make a sound, I promise.”

Cara followed him in.

I lifted my head. “Do whatever you want.”

Calvin must have sensed something was off, because in the end he decided not to game after all.

He knocked softly on the bedroom door. “I'm going to drive Cara home.”

“The porridge is on the table. Let it cool down a little before you eat.”

When I heard the front door close, I walked out of the bedroom.

The bowl of porridge on the table was still steaming.

I sat there watching the clock. One hour passed. Then two. Calvin never came back.

Dusk settled in, and the door stayed silent.

I knew Calvin wasn't coming back.

The moment he said he was driving Cara home, I knew he wouldn't be back during the day.

I finished the porridge on the table and washed the bowl.

At five o'clock sharp, I left.

I stood in the doorway and looked at this apartment, the home I'd shared for three years. I used to believe it would be the place where Calvin and I ended up, the last stop.

What a fool I'd been.

The moment I pulled the door shut, eight years of us stayed behind with it.

Calvin rushed home in a panic to find the apartment empty.

His heart seized.

He started calling, texting.

No answer. No reply.

His hand trembling, Calvin tapped the last voicemail I'd sent him.

【Let's break up.】

Three seconds. Three words.

Calvin stared at his own reply, that single 【OK】, as if seeing it for the first time.

His breath stopped. The phone slipped from his fingers and hit the floor.

He looked around the apartment and realized, only now, how much of it was gone.

My toiletries had vanished from the bathroom. He stumbled to the bedroom and threw open the closet. My clothes were gone.

Every trace of me, erased.

Calvin stood in the middle of the living room, his eyes unfocused, something close to despair bleeding through.

That three-second voicemail kept looping in his ears, over and over.