Agatha’s POV

I spent my Sunday alone in the condo. 

My boyfriend, Lanceil, said that he would come back today but I could not see any of his silhouettes. 

“Maybe he’s busy at work.” 

Lanceil was usually busy even on weekends. I should be happy that he spent his Saturday for me.

Sitting on the sofa, I looked at my phone.

“It’s been hours, but I still don’t know how to contact you.” 

I wasn’t talking about Lanceil, but Brett instead. Lanceil and I started dating each other and even mingling, not just twice but many times. The first person who should know this was no other than… yeah, my...