I’d asked Arthur to get me food once, too. All I’d wanted was something light from the convenience store downstairs; I’d asked him to get it for me on his way home, but he’d been too lazy to make a detour.
Ian and Arthur ran into each other. Ian held my body, which was covered by a white sheet. Their gazes met, and they recognized each other.
“Get out of my way.” Ian wasn’t in the mood to be polite. It was to be expected—how could he be polite to someone who’d killed me?
Arthur gave him a complex look before stepping aside. He wanted to show his respect for the dead, after all. However, his gaze landed on my ankle as Ian turned to leave.
“Hold it!” Something seemed to occur to him. “Who… who is this?”
My breathing hitched. I was afraid Ian would tell him about my death, but I was even more afraid he wouldn’t. I looked forward to seeing Arthur’s reaction once he learned I was dead.
Ian only spoke after a brief silence. “My wife.”
I was taken aback, and so was Arthur. He knew about my family situation, including Ian’s feelings for me.
“When did you get married?” he blurted. Then, he looked surprised that he’d asked that.
Ian sneered and retorted, “I don’t think that’s any of your business, Mr. Rothe.”
Arthur choked. Then, he clapped back mockingly. “You claimed to like Leona, but I guess your feelings only went so far.”
Ian had already started walking away. He stopped and turned back to glance at Arthur. He said, “Well, I’m definitely lacking when compared to you. You’ve done much more to her than I ever did.”
The mockery in his tone was so evident that I doubted Arthur would miss out. As I floated after Ian, I turned back to look at Arthur. I felt like I didn’t love him as much as I used to anymore.
