Chapter 202

I stared at him, eyes wide, and took a long pause before forcing a calm tone. "Five years ago, obviously. What other time could it be?" "I'm asking which day," Jonathan pressed on. "How would I know the exact day?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Am I supposed to keep track of the date too?" "You don't remember? You insisted on celebrating the anniversary of our first time every single year, and now you're telling me you forgot?" he said. I was completely stunned. What kind of lovesick idiot was I, celebrating the anniversary of our first time? And I did it every year. The more I thought about it, the less I understood what kind of relationship I had with Jonathan for those five years. By all logic, I was the one who got hurt. But in Jonathan's version of the story, I was just the spoiled and unreasonable one. "I don't know what you're talking about." I gave up and shut my eyes, letting him say whatever he wanted. But his next questions came even more bluntly. "That n