Chapter 18

From that moment on, there was no longer any need for Steve and me to communicate with each other. I thought I had figured it out and let go. But that night, I couldn't sleep again. As I was wide awake, I scrolled through Instagram aimlessly. Soon, I saw a post from Isabel. The photo showed her crouching on the ground in an airy pink dress, hugging the white Labrador with puffed cheeks as she made a cute face. The caption was, "The dog has diarrhea, so we have to delay returning home. Any recommendations for animal hospitals in Beyer Island?" She just published the post minutes ago, but it already had hundreds of comments. Some people praised Isabel for being beautiful, while others praised her for being kind-hearted. Others recommended animal hospitals in Beyer Island… I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How utterly ironic this was. In Steve's heart, my child and I weren't even as important as Isabel's dog. So this was the reason he had broken his promise and delayed his ret