Oddly enough, I felt calm. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. There had been other nights when they went out, and he stayed over at her place. Back then, I confronted him, and we had a huge argument about it.
He must've remembered that fight, which probably explained why he was so eager to clarify everything this time. But now that we were breaking up, did any of it even matter?
I nodded, my expression neutral. "It's fine. I understand."
At my response, Yohann's anxious expression softened, though he still frowned as if trying to figure out why I wasn't upset. He studied me closely, clearly puzzled by my calmness.
I let him observe me without resistance.
A little while later, Zandria came out of my room, now dressed in different clothes. But instead of her own, she was wearing one of my dresses.
"My clothes got dirty yesterday, so I put them in the wash," she explained with a casual tone. Yet, as she spoke, she kept glancing at Yohann, her eyes filled with a subtle affection that didn't escape my notice.
Yohann, looking uncomfortable, quickly averted his gaze, pretending not to see her.
However, Zandria didn't seem bothered at all. She smiled sweetly and asked, "Ysha, you don't mind me borrowing your clothes, do you?"
There was an unmistakable edge to her words, a subtle hint of provocation.
I stayed calm, met her gaze without flinching, and replied evenly, "I don't mind. Yohann bought those clothes anyway, so feel free to wear them."
After all, I didn't intend to keep them.
For a moment, both of their faces froze. Yohann looked particularly displeased with my response, but since Zandria was still standing there, he said nothing.
Zandria, though she tried to maintain her smile. She couldn't quite hide the tension creeping into her expression.
After they left, I stripped my bed of all the sheets and replaced them. Exhausted, I collapsed into bed and slept deeply.
By the time I woke up, the sky outside was already dark, and Yohann had returned home from somewhere. I heard him moving around in the kitchen, and moments later, he said, "Come eat. I brought back some takeout."
I didn't hesitate. I was hungry, so I made my way to the dining table. As I sat down and looked at the food before me, I couldn't help but pause.