Left My Love Among the Stars

After my ninety-ninth fight with Peyton, I changed.

I got rid of all the bad habits Peyton didn't like.

I stopped checking his phone constantly, stopped asking about his whereabouts,

And when I saw the lipstick marks on his shirt, I just calmly put it in the washing machine.

But he wasn't satisfied anymore. He held me with grievance in his eyes:

"Why aren't you keeping tabs on me anymore? You're still the one I love most."

Love me most?

His so-called love meant constantly sleeping with his mistress, letting her bully me until I lost the baby.