“People in hell want ice water. I stopped checking your messages when you started paying the bill. And yes, I dumped her because she got a cat,” I answer his original question. It’s not the whole truth but it’s a pretext for it.
“Jesus, Stone. She got a cat to keep her company while you were gone. God, you’re an evil fucker, man. No heart at all.” He shakes his head, his face pinched in mock disappointment.
I quirk my lips in a smirk and roll my eyes, dismissing his teasing.
“We didn’t want the same things. And I’m allergic to cats. She knew that. Felt like a natural end to me. How was I to know she’d be upset?”