After leaving Landon, life alone wasn't as hard as I'd imagined. On the contrary, not having to cook considering his preferences or worry about him meeting other women brought me an unprecedented sense of relief. I cut my long hair short, styled it in a pear curl, and posted a photo on social media. Everyone liked it, saying the hairstyle suited my face better. Yes, we must shed some constraints to understand what we truly desire.
Life continued peacefully until one night after a class reunion, when I returned home in a male friend's car. As I approached the door, I saw Landon standing there, looking desolate, his eyes filled with jealousy.
"Who was the man?"
"How did you find me here?"
I frowned.
"We've broken up. I don't owe you any explanations. Please move aside."
Landon took a
