Steve had stood me up many times before. Every time, I would get so hungry that my stomach hurt.
I once swore I'd never give him another chance to stand me up, because I'd never wait for him again.
But that night, he completely forgot about the promise he made to me again.
He still wasn't home after 10:00 pm.
Maria reheated the dishes again and again.
I figured that he was late because the company's issue was hard to solve.
It was only when I was scrolling through social media that I saw a post Isabel had posted two hours ago.
It was a picture of Dorothy sitting on Steve's lap during a meal, with Simone gazing lovingly at Dorothy. This meant that Isabel was the one who took the photo.
The caption read, "The happiest time of the day is when we can have a meal together as a family. My daughter loves our new house and so do I."
I suddenly let out a laugh.
When Steve told them to move out, he actually sent them to Simone's place instead.
As a result, their "family of three" turned into a "family of four" as they continued to have the time of their lives.
When Maria was about to reheat the dishes for the eighth time, I said expressionlessly from the dinner table, "You don't have to reheat it again. He won't be returning."
Maria asked, confused, "Is it because he's dealing with too many matters in the company and forgot what he promised you?"
I simply showed her Isabel's post and solemnly said, "Maria, I know you mean well. But from today on, don't associate me with him."
Maria could tell that I was in a bad mood. She hurriedly agreed and quickly brought me a bowl of porridge.
I slowly ate my dinner.
Then a maid's voice rang out from outside. "You're back, Mr. Griffin? Mrs. Griffin has been waiting for you to have dinner the whole night."
Steve lightly grunted in response. Soon, he arrived at the dining table.
He seemed to remember the promise he made me. He paused before casually slipping into the chair opposite me. Then, he ordered, "Maria, bring me a bowl of porridge."
Maria glanced at me. She knew the truth but didn't dare to expose Steve. All she could do was hurriedly prepare a bowl of porridge.
Steve looked at me and said, "You have stomach issues. You should eat when you must instead of waiting for me."
I set down the cutlery I was holding and silently stared at him.

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