When he heard the word "break up," Arthur frowned, a hint of irritation creeping in.
"Summer, be mature. Stop making a scene."
His tone was flat, as if the matter were trivial.
I was about to tell him I wasn't making a scene, that I was serious about breaking up, when he cut me off.
"Oh, by the way, Bella's place was reclaimed by her landlord, so she'll be crashing with us for a few days until she finds a new place. I've already moved her luggage into the guest room. Go check if there's anything you need to clear out."
He didn't even look at me when he said it.
It was a statement, not a request.
I opened my mouth, then realized anything I said would be pointless.
He truly believed I was just acting out and that I would come crawling back once I was done.
He was even arranging for
