Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 19

Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 19

After I hung up, I didn’t give it much thought.

It was probably just a slip of the tongue.

After all, for three years, he had called me Marceline. It was natural to make a mistake every now and then.

But after that, things slowly started to feel… off.

In the second month after our divorce, I began getting more and more messages from Briar.

At first, they were just innocuous questions.

“Where did you end up moving?”

“How’s the new apartment?”

“What have you been up to?”

My replies were always brief.

“It’s good.”

“Fine.”

“Not much.”

He must have sensed my coldness, because he went quiet for two days.

But then, another message came.

This time, it was a photo.

I tapped it open and saw a book I had left behind in the study.

“Do you still want this?”

“No. Throw it out.”

“Then I’ll keep it. I’ll read it.”

I frowned and didn’t reply again.