The person outside doesn't give up. The incessant ringing of the doorbell makes me put down my chopsticks.
"Harrison, if that's your girlfriend out there, answer the door. You don't have to care how I feel, but I can't pretend not to hear that and keep eating." I feel extremely sad. That's probably what happens when you're the other woman.
The way I see it, he doesn't answer the door because he doesn't want anyone to know I'm here. If he pretends not to be at home, sooner or later the person outside the door will leave.
The doorbell is like an alarm clock that keeps reminding me I'm the other woman. I'm not cut for this, so I'm feeling guilty.
He stops eating and looks at me. "You think you're the other woman, but you still want me to open the door?"
"Isn't it obvious?" I reply directly.
In my eyes, he just wants me to be a stupid mistress who doesn't know the truth.
He may want what's best for me, but I really feel sorry for the woman outside.
Harrison chuckles, puts down his chopsticks, and walks to the door. Before I know what he meant, he had opened the door.
"Harrison, I knocked so long. I thought you weren't home." The woman scolds him like a baby.
I don't even have time to hide. She comes in with Harrison and I see her face. It's Abbie Collins, the woman who has always looked down on me.
Abbie's obviously shocked when she sees me. She pointed at me for a long time before she asks, "Why are you here!"
I look at Harrison, but he doesn't seem to want to explain at all. I answer helplessly, "Work stuff."
"You work at Harrison's house? Your job is to find a way to get into his bed?" Abbie's words are full of disdain.
In fact, she's got a point. My answer was indeed flawed.
But I don't really like her, so I snort coldly and say, "It's none of your business. Who are you? Harrison's girlfriend or his wife?"
"You don't need to know that. Get the hell out of here! I don't want to see you!" Abbie is furious.
I sit back in my chair and continue to eat. "Harrison made all this food himself. I don't want to waste it."
My words drive her crazy. She keeps questioning Harrison, but he stays indifferent. I think she's still unrequited, like when I first met her.
'Poor Abbie. It's a sad thing to fall in love with someone who doesn't love you.'
While I'm thinking, someone suddenly yanks my shirt from the side. I'm wearing Harrison's shirt, which is a little big for me. I hold on to it tightly to stop her from ripping it off.
"B*tch, how dare you wear Harrison's shirt! I knew you were here to seduce him! You make me sick!" Abbie's screaming hysterically behind me.
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