Simon sounded cautious. “Yoana, don’t get it wrong, I just ran out of time to grab a birthday gift for Sophia. I’ll get you something way better later on.” 

“Yeah, I get it. Making do isn’t so bad.” 

I was on the verge of marrying someone else anyway. Clinging to that ring would just be a constant thorn in my side. 

Simon let out a relieved breath before asking, “I caught your resignation letter. What’s with the sudden exit?” 

He had seen it but had been too busy to care. 

I replied, “Need a break. I’m burnt out.” 

He did not even pause as he responded, “Good call. Quit, stay home, and chill. I’ll take care of you. Dinner’s at our place later.” 

My hand brushed over where my belly used to swell and I murmured, “Sure.” 

I packed up and took a cab home. 

Simon, who never touched a pot or pan, had a feast laid out. 

One look told me it was all spicy fried chicken. My stomach churned at the thought. I could not handle spice with my gastritis. 

It was clearly not for me. 

Simon caught my eye. “Sophia’s not big on eating out, and it’s her birthday, so I figured I’d cook. Come on, sit down with us.” 

“I can’t eat this stuff. You guys go ahead.” 

I spun on my heel, heading for the sanctuary of my room. 

Sophia’s voice quivered as she asked, “Simon, does Yoana not like me? Maybe I should just go.” 

Simon looked pale and agitated. “Yoana, can you chill out? I’ve told you, this is for Sophia’s birthday. I even whipped up dinner myself, and here you are, still steamed and bringing everyone down.”