I Took a Late Night Driving Job and Found My Ex Waiting Chapter 01

I Took a Late Night Driving Job and Found My Ex Waiting Chapter 01

At two in the morning, I picked up a designated driver job for a Rolls Royce.

The owner asked me, “So, did you ever find that man who was supposed to take care of you?”

I looked at my first love, whom I hadn’t seen in five years, and laughed. “If I had, would I be here driving other people home for money?”

“Did you ever think that five years later, I’d become exactly the kind of person you used to chase after?”

My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I bit down hard, swallowing the metallic taste of blood rising in my throat. “Don’t make fun of me, Nathan.”

The car pulled into the underground garage of a gated community. I spoke up, “Are you planning to move back here for good?”

“Just handling some business. I’ll be leaving soon.”

My hand went to my pocket, where the terminal leukemia diagnosis report sat folded.

I gathered my courage. “The cherry blossoms at our old school are in bloom. Maybe take one last look before you go?”

He thought for a moment. “Alright.”

Then he pulled out his phone. “If my fiancée says it’s okay.”

***

Nathan… had a fiancée?

“Forget it!” I reached to stop him from dialing.

But he’d already answered.

“An ex-girlfriend?” The woman’s voice on the other end was calm and composed.

My hand froze midair, my fingers slowly curling back.

“You mean the one you dated for eight years, who dumped you when your family lost everything and ran off to find some rich guy?”

I pressed my lips together and said nothing.

“Yes, the school’s cherry blossoms are blooming. She invited me to see them one last time.”

“I was just saying…” I tried to explain.

But the woman laughed. “Sure, go ahead. That sounds nice.”

“Okay.”

I blinked.

“Are you still living in the same place?” Nathan pocketed his phone.

I nodded.

“Then I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

I murmured a quiet “Okay.”

For a moment, I thought about saying never mind. Since he had a fiancée, I shouldn’t disturb his life anymore.

But the terminal diagnosis paper was crumpled tight in my hand. I just wanted to see him one more time.

“I’ll see myself out, then.”

He closed the door.

I walked out of that upscale neighborhood, thirty minutes on foot, until I reached a rundown studio apartment in a low-income part of town.

Nathan always thought I’d landed on my feet after we broke up. He had no idea my bed was just a mattress thrown on the floor, propped up by cardboard boxes.

The only things worth anything in this place were the prescription bottles from the hospital. Every night before sleep, I took a handful of prescribed pills.

At 3:30 a.m., I could finally lie down. The doctor told me not to stay up late, but the night shifts were where the money was.

At least Nathan had been drinking, so he’d waked up late too.