Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 27

Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 27

Then he started showing up at the coffee shop I frequented.

That afternoon, I went downstairs to grab a coffee. The moment I pushed open the door, I saw him sitting by the window.

He had changed into clean clothes and shaved. He looked more presentable than the last time I’d seen him.

But he was still visibly thinner.

When he saw me, he immediately stood, a cautious hope in his eyes.

“Marceline. What a coincidence.”

I glanced at him without a word and walked straight to the counter to order an Americano.

He followed me and paid with his phone before I could get my card out.

“My treat.”

I didn’t argue. I just took my coffee and sat in a quiet corner.

He brought his own coffee over and sat across from me.

“Can I sit here?”

“You already are.”

“…”

He was silent for a moment before speaking again.

“Marceline, I know you hate me right now.”

“I don’t hate you.”

I took a sip of my coffee.

“I just don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

He lowered his eyes, staring at the cup in his hands.

“Chloe moved out.”

I looked up at him.

“We’re separated.”

“You’ve been married for two months and you’re already separated?”

“Mm.”