Finally We Got Lost - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 

Sadly, Vincent didn’t notice. He continued to profess his love, declaring his devotions.

“My baby is the best in the world. Someday, I’ll have you in a white wedding dress and marry you…”

Staring at the stark red lipstick stain on his collar, I forced myself to ask, “Your baby who is it?”

Vincent squeezed my check gently. “Of course, it’s you, Kaylee.”

His affection seemed genuine, and so did his love. But how could he be so oblivious to the change in me? Vincent, oh Vincent–drunken words are supposed to be truthful. But how much of this is real, and how much is just a lie? I swallowed my bitterness, slowly pulling my hand from his embrace.

“Kaylee, don’t go.”

He gripped my hand tightly, panic in his voice, as if afraid that letting go would mean me forever.

“Stay by my side; don’t leave…”

Looking at the lipstick stain on his collar, I trembled as I withdrew my hand. “You’re dirty. Go wash up.

With that, I went back to the bedroom. After a while, Vincent returned, changed into pajamas. He lay down gently beside me and offered an explanation: “I noticed a lipstick mark on my collar while showering… Probably got it by accident. Don’t misunderstand, Kaylee.

Facing away from him, I held back the tears that threatened to spill, keeping my voice steady.

“Alright. Let’s just sleep”

In the days that followed, Vincent came home early every night from the lab, even making me breakfast himself.

“Kaylee, once we’re married, I’ll do the cooking, and all you’ll have to do is enjoy the food!”

Listening to him fantasize about our future, I stayed calm, not saying a word. For us, there was no future left. The countdown on my phone read six days. Only six days until I would leave. By then, Vincent wouldn’t need to shower me with love and could share his life with another woman.

Sunday, 7 a.m.

Vincent got up early, packing for our trip.

“Kaylee, I promised to take you to Disneyland this weekend. Let’s head out early and drive there ourselves.”

I paused, surprised he still remembered. Since he did, I decided to give him one last chance. I’d end things with him at Disneyland. Without much thought, I nodded. We went downstairs, but as soon as we reached the parking lot, we encountered an unexpected guest–Alina.

“There you are, Vincent,” she greeted with a wave, her high ponytail giving off a youthful energy, a stark contrast from the sultry look she’d worn at the pool.

A chill settled over me. I looked at Vincent. “I thought it was just the two of us?”

Vincent’s expression faltered, and he stammered, “Alina is coming too. She couldn’t get a train ticket, so I offered her a ride.”

I laughed bitterly to myself. Perhaps this trip wasn’t about taking me to Disneyland but rather about bringing Alina along. It was just the tagalong. Before I could say anything, Alina opened the passenger door and looked back at me.

“I get carsick and can only sit in the front. Vincent always says you’re considerate, so you won’t mind, right?”

I forced a smile. What was there to mind? I didn’t even want this man anymore, let alone the front seat.

“Go ahead.”

Vincent noticed the edge in my tone but still let Alina get in the car. As we drove toward Shanghai, I closed my eyes, pretending to nap, and overheard Vincent asking Alina in a low voice,

“When you asked on WhatsApp about going to Disneyland, you said you’d tell me why once we were in the car. Can you tell me now?”

Alina replied playfully, “I’m meeting up with a cute guy I met online.”

Hearing this, I opened my eyes just in time to see Vincent’s face darken.