I turned and went back into the bedroom, locking the door tight.

Outside, his voice came, impatient.

"Can you try to be reasonable? All I did was look after Marcia. Do you have to threaten me with a breakup every single time?"

"We're getting married next month. Stop being so childish."

"I'm keeping the porridge warm for you. Remember to come out and eat."

I didn't answer. I pulled the blanket over my head and cried, pressing the sound down so he wouldn't hear.

The next morning, for the first time in ages, a post from Landon popped up in my feed.

It was a photo of him and Marcia sitting side by side in the car, watching the sunrise together.

So he hadn't come home all night.

The car was packed with snacks and drinks of every kind.

I used to imagine it so many times, the two of us driving off somewhere far, watching a sunrise together.

But in all the time we'd been together, I'd sat in his car exactly twice.

The first time, my blood sugar dropped and I ate one piece of candy in the car.

He threw me out on the spot, saying no food in the car, it would leave a smell.

The second time, I forgot to sanitize first, and Marcia got carsick.

It was pouring rain that day, and he still had the heart to leave me on the side of the road.

But now Marcia was eating in his car, and somehow his germaphobia didn't apply.

Numbly, I liked the post and left a comment: "Wishing you two a long and happy life together."

The next second, the post was deleted.

A moment later, his voice call came through.

"Naomi, let me explain. Marcia posted that last night when I wasn't paying attention."

"She and I only watched the sunrise. I was helping her with her anxiety. Nothing happened."

I let out a low laugh.

"Landon, your germaphobia only ever applies to me. Never to Marcia. Am I right?"

The line went silent at once.

Marcia grabbed the phone and apologized to me.

"Naomi, Landon and I really are just friends now."

"He told me you like porridge. Let me make some tonight, as my way of apologizing to you. Okay?"

I wanted to refuse, but then I saw the transfer notice on my phone, with only one day left on it.

This was my chance to end things with Landon for good, face to face.

After I hung up, she sent me an address.

Looking at that familiar address, my nose stung.

The villa she lived in was less than five hundred meters from Landon's company.

And that villa was the one I'd spent most of last year crossing half the city to find.

At the time, Landon told me he was going to buy it and give it to me as a twenty-fifth birthday present.

Except in the end the place got reserved by someone else.

So it wasn't reserved at all. He'd just given it to someone else.

By the time I reached Marcia's place, I thought I'd braced myself for it.

But once I was inside, I still stood there at the entrance, silent.

Compared to our home, with its constant smell of disinfectant, there wasn't a single odd smell here.

A matching pair of his-and-hers slippers sat by the door, black and white, and on the sink stood a matching set of couple's cups.

And the wall right past the entrance was covered with photos of the two of them.

Cherry blossoms below the Rockies, the aurora spilling across the Arctic sky, a wooden boat on the slow rivers of New England.

They'd traveled all the most romantic places in the world.

While Landon and I had been together three years, and the farthest we'd ever gone was the amusement park downtown.

All because he said he had germaphobia.

Landon hurried over to block the photo wall, explaining in a rush.

"Those are all old photos, from before we broke up."

"If it bothers you, I'll have her move out right away. I'll take you to take photos like these later."

I shook my head and said calmly,

"It doesn't matter anymore. I don't want anything of yours now."

He froze.

"Naomi, you've gotten hooked on the drama, haven't you?"

"We're getting married next month. Do you have to pick a fight with me every single day?"

He came to my side to comfort me, and I pushed him straight away.

"Don't come near me. I told you. You're too dirty."

Landon froze where he stood.

He'd probably never imagined that one day I would be the one to push him away.

Just then Marcia called out from inside.

"Landon, I just finished the stir-fry, hurry up and make the grilled fish, I've been craving yours so much these past few days."

She came running out and wrapped her arms tight around him from behind.

She was covered in the smell of cooking grease, and Landon didn't mind in the slightest.

"Naomi, Landon's such a good cook, you must get to eat his grilled fish every single day at home, right?"

That one sentence stiffened his face even more.

I watched him in silence.

I thought of my last birthday, when all I'd asked was for him to make me a bowl of birthday noodles.

He'd refused, disgusted. "The smell's too strong. It's not that I don't want to, Naomi, it's my germaphobia."

I didn't answer. I just looked at him for a few seconds.

So a man who couldn't stand even the smell of food at home could, it turned out, cook for someone else with his own hands too.

Looking at the man I'd loved for three years, I felt like I was seeing him for the first time.

I turned to leave.

But Landon caught my arm and pulled a velvet box from his pocket.

Inside was a pink diamond.

"All right, stop sulking. I was going to give you this ring next month, when we got married."

"I'll give it to you now instead, my future Mrs. Sanchez."

It was the style I'd once mentioned liking in passing, and I hadn't thought he'd actually bought it.

He lifted my hand to slide it on, but the ring was a full size too big.

The moment he let go, the pink diamond dropped straight to the floor with a bright little clink.

I curled my lip in a bitter smile. "This was meant for Marcia all along, wasn't it?"

Landon went blank for a second, then rushed to explain.

"What are you talking about? I just got the size wrong. I'll have it adjusted tomorrow."

Then he added, offhand,

"Oh right, tomorrow I'll have Marcia come to Europe with us to pick out the wedding dress."

"She studied abroad, she has good taste, she can help you make sure it's right."

I cut in. "No need. I'm not going."

He didn't notice I'd already given up. He just laughed, unbothered.

"It's fine if you don't come. Let Marcia pick for you."

"When we're back, we'll go do the wedding photos."

I didn't nod, didn't answer. I only found it funny.

I was the bride of this wedding, and even my dress was to be chosen by another woman.

In that moment I finally understood. Maybe I really didn't love him anymore.

While he went into the kitchen to make the grilled fish, I turned and left without a sound.

I went home alone and packed all of my things.

Early the next morning, out in the cold, I hurried to the hospital and signed off on every last transfer document.

Landon sent more than a dozen messages. I didn't read a single one.

Before boarding, I snapped in half the personal SIM card he'd given me and dropped it in the trash.