David said nothing more on the other end of the line. He just let out a long, huffing sigh.
There was nothing left to say, so I hung up first.
Word of the messy falling-out between David and me spread like wildfire through our shared social circle in no time.
Friends blew up my WeChat one after another, tearing into David as a heartless, two-timing scumbag.
Meanwhile, Jane kept posting group hangout photos on her Moments every few days.
Anne always popped up in the comments under those posts, gushing about how much fun she was having with the crew.
Even if David pulled all-nighters drinking and messing around with them now, I didn't care one bit.
Before, I'd lived in constant fear his illness would flare back up again.
I'd nagged him to come home early and cut back on drinking. Aft
