Chapter 23
Sandra had always been rational and objective. I understood the theory behind her words, but I was a sentimental person. If a stray cat were starving right in front of me, I couldn’t just watch and do nothing. I didn’t have it in me to be that cold.
Looking back, I realized that when two people didn’t share the same values, they should never have gotten together in the first place.
Ariana couldn’t stand seeing the stray cat suffer and said she wanted to adopt it.
“Fred, I want to adopt this cat, but I’m allergic to cat hair. Can I keep it at your place? Don’t worry. I won’t be a freeloader. I’ll cover the food and daily expenses.”
I nodded. “Works for me. I like cats, too. I don’t mind keeping it at my place, but let’s split the costs 50-50. We can be like its co-parents.”
After a half-hour walk, we were heading back with the cat when I heard a familiar click of high heels behind us. I turned and saw Sandra, whom I hadn’t seen in days. Her eyes were red-rimmed as she stared at Ariana and me.
“Fred,” she called out hoarsely, locking her gaze on me.
Ariana read the room, gave me a nod, and carried the cat home without asking any questions.
I watched Sandra walk toward me, looking wounded. “Who is she? Your girlfriend? Answer me, Fred. And why did you change your lock to a keypad model? I tried my birthday and our anniversary, but none of them worked.”
After she’d broken into my place last time, I’d switched to a keypad lock. The passcode was my birthday. Sandra had spun through different possibilities, yet she’d somehow missed the simplest one.

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