Chapter 57. What About the Promises We Made to Each Other?

The bar was not that filled since it wasn’t dark outside and mostly because it was lunchtime. I took out my phone just to check. What if maybe he tried to text me, and maybe my net wasn’t working or something? I tried to reload the chats, but it was still the same.

Frustrated, I switched off my phone and placed it inside my purse. Earlier, I would have drunk and tried to forget about it or face him in a drunk state because the alcohol in my system would make me more brave. But I am no longer that person. So, instead, I order proper food for myself. Taking off my mask, I eat my lunch peacefully when I feel someone taking a picture of me.

“Excuse me? What do you think you’re doing?” I ask the high school student. She flinched and tried to run off, but I caught her bag, and she fell down on the ground instead.

“You’re his ex-wife.” She accuses me.

“What?”

“Ben Farrington’s.”

I freeze. She is a fan. Just my luck.

“And? That doesn’t give you the