Page 37 of His Infatuated Wife

"I can't."

"Then I already know who it is."

I don't need to see the old man to feel the sadness in his tone, and the sound has my chest tightening inexplicably.

"You have been truly blind, son. In more ways than one."

I look around me, and the only thing I see all of a sudden are the fucking petals.

"That woman has always been in love with you, just like Broderick."

And it reminds me of the broken pieces of someone's heart.

"But unlike that boy, your so-called friend has no honor. So think about that, boy. Think about that."

Dean Garrison hangs up, but I remain frozen in my seat.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I don't even have the urge to check the footage like the dean says.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Because I already know.

What the hell have I done?

Riri

I'm in the middle of packing my things when I hear the door to my dorm room open. I turn around, and it's him.

"I'm sorry, Riri."

God, oh God.

It's the gentleness of his voice, oh God.

It's that of all things that reminds me of last night.

Get out of my house!

My heart feels like it's about to explode with pain.

"Riri---"

He reaches for me, and I just scream.

"No!"

His face whitens.

"Riri..."

I suddenly realize that this is myroom.

I suddenly realize that I can say it now.

To him.

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