The Day the Lapdog Stops Loving

Before the flight took off, I posted my flight information on social media.

I then received Lola's phone call. She said she had gotten into trouble and needed me to rush to the city hall the moment I landed.

I still remember how my hands trembled when I saw that it was a call from her. I also could not forget how hard my heart was thumping when I heard how anxious she sounded.

I thought she had come to her senses and finally realized that she always needed me by her side. I just did not expect her to post her entire plan on her social media, and she seemed to have forgotten to block me, the person she had not been in contact with for almost a year.

This was how I came to know their play.

When the aircrew informed me to switch off my phone, tears fell down my face.

She had always relied on my obedience for the past 10 years, which was why she could hurt me over and over again.

She said that if one day she got tired, she would settle down with me and have a baby.

She was not tired, but I was.

I had gone to the city hall to register a child's birth, but it was for my own child.

I rubbed the baby bottle in my palms and tucked it under my arms. I walked past Lola to the reception to get a waiting number. She immediately blocked me in my path.

"Alright, Kevin, you can stop now. You don't have to continue putting on the act! If you had truly let me go and found another woman to have a child with, would I have given you a dog? Who are you putting on this act for?"

I could not be bothered to give her an explanation. Even looking at her annoyed me.

Perhaps she was rather caught off guard by my aloofness, she started to pull on my arm, not letting go.

Just when I managed to shrug her off and was about to leave, Timothy arrived.

"Lola!"

Lola instantly released my arm and buried herself in Timothy's arms. Her mocking expression vanished, replaced by a tenderness so sweet that one would wonder if it was a different person.

"Didn't we agree to wait until I was free to come together to register? Why did you bring Tony along? There are germs everywhere. What if he gets sick?" Timothy looked at me while holding onto the dog leash.

As if he had just noticed me, he said, "Kevin, when did you get back? Look at you, carrying baby formulas and diapers. Do you have a child?"

Lola immediately covered her mouth and chuckled, saying, "Him? As if! Who could he have a child with? I only told him I was coming to register 'my baby', but he fully bought it. He even brought with him so many baby products! Look at how silly he is!"

Timothy immediately stopped Lola from mocking me. "Lola! Kevin was just worried about you, which is why he rushed here. You shouldn't be making fun of him like this!"

As usual, he was always playing the good guy, making me the one who always got jealous.

I no longer wanted to deal with them, so I–with what little patience I had left–replied, "I'm sorry. I have something to deal with. Please move aside."

I was about to leave. When I turned, however, Timothy pulled my arm, and the baby bottle fell onto the ground.

Milk splashed everywhere, causing a disdainful gaze from passersby.

"Kevin, why do you even have a baby bottle?" Timothy seemed a little surprised.

Lola was just about to say something when I said, "Yes. I've said it from the start that I was here to register my child, but none of you believed me. You've broken the baby bottle now. My wife's going to be mad!"

Lola's face instantly stiffened.

At the same time, I received a voice message. I played it out loud.

"I'm here, but something came up. I might need you to help find a nursing room to feed the baby!"

Everyone heard the woman's voice and the baby crying from the voice message loud and clear.