Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 31

Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 31

That evening, I ordered delivery. The driver called to say he had arrived and asked me to come down.

When I got to the lobby, I saw Briar standing at the entrance, holding my takeout bag.

“I got it for you,” he said, a hopeful look on his face.

“How?”

“I told the delivery guy I was your husband. He gave it to me.”

I took a deep breath, forcing down a surge of anger.

“Briar, you are not my husband.”

His expression fell. He slowly lowered his head.

“I know.”

“I just… I wanted to do something for you.”

“You don’t need to do anything for me.”

“Staying away from me would be a good start.”

I snatched the food from his hand and turned to go upstairs.

Behind me, he called out, “It’s supposed to be colder tomorrow! Remember to wear something warm!”

I slammed my apartment door and leaned against it, so angry my hands were shaking.

That night, Lauren sent me a screenshot.

It was Briar’s Instagram story.

He had posted a photo of the dark street outside my building, with a line of text.

“For three years, I was blind to everything good in her. Now that I want to make it right, I realize she’s already moved on.”