Mai pov
He exhaled. “Mai, this doesn’t have anything to do with—”
“Oh, it doesn’t?” I said, laughing with disbelief. “That’s interesting. Because the last time I checked, you were parading around with that silicone Barbie like she was your forever after.”
He sighed, the kind of sigh that wasn’t tired—it was guilty. I knew that sound. I’d heard it too many times when I caught him lying by omission.
“You’re deflecting,” I said sharply. “Why?”
“Because she’s not in the picture anymore,” he said, suddenly serious. “She doesn’t live with me. She hasn’t for over a month.”
I blinked, stunned for a second.
“What?” I said slowly. “You broke up?”
He didn’t say anything.
“Oh my god,” I whispered, the pieces clicking in my head. “You two broke up. And now suddenly you’re interested in working
