I'm Not His Leading Lady

Soon, Sean drifted off to sleep, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep.

After a while, I noticed that his phone lit up.

He got up and left as well, leaving a cold emptiness beside me.

Every fiber of my body had been brimming with joy and excitement when I flew home. All I could think of was how good it was to never have to be apart from the person I loved ever again.

But now, I felt like I had been placed in a chokehold. I could scarcely breathe.

I stumbled to the balcony to get some fresh air, but I ended up seeing two people in a tight embrace.

Cynthia wasn't the type of person who could be good after all.

Sean, who had just sworn he would never have anything to do with her, had a reproachful look on his face, but he also looked undeniably happy to see her.

Cynthia seemed to be cajoling Sean about something. Pointing at the swing in the garden, she said something to him.

Sean's expression was dark as he picked her up and briskly made his way to the swing. Soon, the two were going at it on the swing.

I was consumed by an overwhelming sense of disgust.

Sean had made that swing himself. Everything in this villa had been made by him. He said this was going to be our marital home, so he wanted to make everything himself. It would be more meaningful that way.

"I'll be loyal to you forever, Daphne. You will be the only woman who will ever set foot into this house," he said.

The swing jerked with every movement they made.

It was June, but I felt chilled to the bone. Fighting through the pain that made me tremble, I rushed to the bathroom and vomited my guts out.

An hour had passed before Sean returned. As if nothing happened, he hugged me from behind as usual and peppered my forehead with kisses.

…

When I woke up the next day, the swaying swing in the garden reminded me that what I saw hadn't been a dream.

I tried to keep myself busy to numb myself, but the cracks in my heart couldn't be filled.

Somehow, Cynthia got ahold of my contact and texted me.

"We've been living together. He promised to cook dinner for me after work. By the way, I love the swing at your place a lot."

The mug I was holding slipped out of my hand, shattering into pieces.

By the time I realized what I was doing, I had already gotten into a cab that was now stationed outside Cynthia's place.

I saw Cynthia and Sean walking hand-in-hand. She swung his hand back and forth while saying that she wanted to have roast beef.

Sean, who, as far as I knew, had never done a single household chore in his life, shook his head helplessly and said, "Alright. I'll make anything you want."

Love really could change a person.

Cynthia gleefully threw herself at him, and the two kissed for a long time before finally separating.

Sean once promised me he would never get involved with Cynthia, and for a brief moment, I wanted to believe him.

What a fool I was.

The cab driver asked me how much longer I planned to sit in the car. Tears streaming down my face, I turned to him and said, "Look at them. Don't they look happy?"

"They do. It's so good to be young."

The screen of my phone lit up.

"I have a business meeting tonight, Daphne. I'll be home a bit late."

However, the next day, I found out that Cynthia hadn't summoned me over just to show off how happy she was.