With that, Chantal hung up. Just then, the bus Ellis was waiting for pulled up to the stop, and people began to board. He stood there for a few seconds, torn, before turning and walking away from the bus stop.
…
Ondine waited for over an hour, but Ellis never showed up. She sent him a text.
[Where are you?]
He didn’t reply.
Ondine’s brow tightened. She had asked him to come today so she could talk to him face-to-face. After all, they had been together for two years, and for her part, the relationship had been genuine. Now, with her mother seriously ill and in desperate need of money, she’d decided against her original plan to leave for Boreal quietly. She would confront him, explain the situation, and ask to borrow money.
She would pay him back one day. She just hoped he would help her. If he did, she was willing to overlook his deception, end things peacefully, and let him be with Chantal. From then on, they would simply be creditor and debtor, with no emotional ties left between them.
Ondine waited at the hospital for a long time. Night fell, and Ellis still hadn't come. He didn’t answer his phone, and he didn’t reply to her messages on WhatsApp. She didn’t bother calling again.
She stayed by her mother’s side until she fell asleep, then quietly left for the university.
Just as she reached the entrance to her dorm, a message from Ellis finally came through. It consisted of two photos.
The first was a picture of him sitting on the edge of a bed, massaging someone’s stomach. From the angle, it was clear the person lying down had taken the photo. That person was wearing the exact same outfit Chantal had on earlier.
The moment Ondine saw it, she knew. Ellis had gone to Chantal’s place.
The second photo showed Ellis in a kitchen, cooking soup. The shot captured the pot on the stove and his face in profile.


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