Back when Yohann had first started his business, all the long nights and constant drinking had really messed with his stomach. The doctor had insisted he stick to a light diet, and I had taken cooking classes to make sure he stayed on track.
It seemed like another lifetime ago now, but there was still a faint scar on the back of my hand from when I'd accidentally burned myself cooking for him.
Absentmindedly, I traced the mark while Yohann, unaware of my thoughts, picked up a piece of fatty braised pork and placed it on my plate.
"This is from that restaurant Zandria loves. It's really good; you should try it," he said casually; his tone softened when he mentioned her name as if offering a small olive branch.
But I felt nothing as I stared at the food in front of me, just an empty indifference. Yohann didn't seem to notice. As he continued eating, he added, "Zandria has been looking forward to this trip for a long time. Since you couldn't join in on a lot of the activities, we're taking her out to dinner tomorrow. You should apologize to her."
I blinked, taken aback. So this was what it was about. He wasn't trying to mend things with me; he just wanted me to apologize to her.
I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. "Why should I apologize?"
His expression darkened, and he set down his chopsticks. "Ysha, there's no shame in admitting when you're wrong. But pretending you don't know what you did? That's another thing entirely."
I stared at him. My voice was cold but steady. "There were surveillance cameras there, Yohann. Everything that happened is recorded. If your memory's so foggy, feel free to check the footage."
"You—!" He started, clearly angry, but I was already done with the conversation.
Yohann stood there, clearly infuriated but at a complete loss for words. He just glared at me.
However, I remained calm and indifferent.
He finally snorted angrily and snapped, "You're being completely unreasonable! Stay home and think about what you've done. When you've reflected on your mistakes, come and find me."
With that, he grabbed his jacket and walked out, slamming the door so hard the sound echoed through the large living room.
For a moment, the space felt eerily quiet, leaving me alone, standing in silence.