Chapter 3

And that day, Raymond's feed lit up with post after post.

The two of them.

Sharing one bubble tea.

Feeding each other.

Riding the Ferris wheel, then a yacht.

Making little heart signs together on the beach, rubbing sunscreen on each other.

And at the end, Raymond showed off a bouquet.

The card read: 【To the one I love most. May you be safe year after year, may we be happy year after year.】

Ten years.

I never got a single bouquet, a single card, from Clementine.

Yet now, she'd given all of it to Raymond.

In just one day.

She'd walked the whole road my ten years of love had taken.

I didn't press her about it. I went to a little bar instead, and didn't come home until the next morning.

Only to find Clementine sitting on the couch.

"Why do you reek of alcohol? You know how much I hate the smell. Where were you last night?"

Her brows drew tight.

"Is it the smell you hate, or is it me?"

I threw the question back at her with a cold smile.

There had been two cocktails right there in the background of the flower post Raymond put up yesterday.

"Don't change the subject. I asked where you went."

Clementine's eyes narrowed further.

Before I could say anything.

Raymond walked out of the bedroom, and he was wearing my pajamas.

"From your face right now, looks like you had quite the wild night. Practically wrung dry, aren't you?"

He gave me a knowing little smile.

More of his nonsense.

"What?"

Clementine shot to her feet, her lovely eyes glaring at me, furious. "Tim Farley, you're disgusting! Out there sleeping around!"

Looking at all that revulsion in her eyes.

I let out a cold laugh. "And what about the two of you?"

"Don't you turn this around on me! Raymond and I are only pretending to be a couple!"

Clementine shot back.

"If you want to blame someone, blame me."

Raymond spoke up too. "This has nothing to do with Clementine. It was my idea."

At that, she looked touched, then turned back to lecture me. "See how much responsibility Raymond takes? Now look at yourself!"

"Your face is the bad one, and you still keep blaming this and that, never looking at your own problems."

Watching the two of them play the devoted couple.

I was sick to my stomach.

Just then, Clementine's phone buzzed with a call.

She answered, then turned to me with a smile. "Dr. Alex from the surgery team is already here."

"Once you've had the surgery and changed your face, you won't act out like this anymore."

She was the one who'd pushed me to this.

Yet she thought it was my face that was wrong.

I found it so absurd that I gave her two cold words.

"Not happening."