Prologue

The door to the house of Helia and Vesper McCarthy banged open. The young man inside the house who was just about to sip on his coffee immediately left the cup on the counter and rushed to the entrance.

"I GOT DUMPED!!" Helia McCarthy cried as she stepped into the house in her messy state. Her beautiful short curly hair that she took time to set up in the morning was all messed up as if she went through a tornado.

The black mascara left lines on her smooth dark-skinned cheek as she aggressively banged back the door and sat with her back leaning on the door. She didn't care, no, she didn't see she was sitting on her's and her husband's shoes.

"Hey! Hey, what's wrong?" Her husband, Vesper McCarthy, removed the crying woman's shoes as he asked softly. She reeked of alcohol. She didn't have a high tolerance for alcohol and yet she smelled like that. He knew that instant what happened to her but it was already too late. He'd already asked the dumb question.

"Didn't you hear me?! I got dumped, Ves!" She shouted at him, but he didn't mind it. It was a good thing they lived in a soundproof mansion. Otherwise, the neighbours would be pretty mad at them.

Vesper let her cry on his shoulder. He didn't even think about all the make-up that was going to be stained on his sweater after that. Today, she needed this. She tried so hard for today.

The woman cried for about an hour without changing positions. She was really glad that her husband didn't ask any more questions and just caressed her back soothingly.

When the husband felt that the wife was asleep, he did his best not to wake her up as he took her to her room, changed her clothes and removed her make-up. Of course, he didn't try anything perverted to her.

He then applied her usual routine of essential care to her face and tucked her in. He made sure to let her hold the stuffed jellyfish in her arms he got her when they were a teenager before he went out of the room.

He had a heavy heart when he got back to the kitchen and drank the cold coffee he prepared long ago. He thought her confession was going to go well. He even thought of celebrating with her after she came back.

He had seen many weak sides of her since they were small but this was the first time she ever cried like a baby in front of him. She usually stayed arrogant and confident, hiding all the pain inside.

When Vesper finished his coffee, he turned to see the roll cake he got for her for tonight. For celebration.

Maybe they could eat them in the morning, he thought.

He washed the cup he used and put the cake back into the fridge before he showered, brushed his teeth and got into bed.

No matter how much time had passed, he couldn't fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his best friend/wife crying her eyes off.

"Hahhhhhh..." Vesper sighed deeply when he finally accepted that he was not going to get any sleep tonight.

He turned on the little bedside lamp that glowed orange and decided to play games on the phone. It was Saturday and he didn't have work the next day so he needn't worry about getting up late in the morning.

He played the game of Go for what felt like years to him when in reality, after an hour, he quit playing the game. It was boring and was doing nothing to make him sleep.

He threw the phone randomly on the bed and looked at his surroundings as if this was his first time being here. All were in the same place as before. His work desk, books, files, clothes... and lastly, his jeans. The blue jeans had a rip on the right knee because their dog, Katerina the corgi-pomeranian, Kat, in short, chewed on them several days back.

Looking at the massive hole the dog made brought back memories of him and his best friend's first meeting when they were about five.

When Helia found him in the playground tunnel on a rainy day because he had hurt his knee, didn't have an umbrella and lost his way home. She looked like an angel to him that day with her confidence and attitude surrounding her as she approached him.