He Was Too Busy To Say Goodbye Novel by Robson _ Novel





He Was Too Busy To Say Goodbye Chapter 01

After we made the first move to reconcile, I saw a box of ultra-thin condoms on Robert Sterling's passenger seat.
I silently put them away for him, neither questioning nor making a scene.
Robert gave me a complicated look and offered an explanation:
"Look again, the whole box is there. We ran out at home."
I hummed a response and leaned back against the uncomfortable seat, pretending to sleep.
Until he pulled the car over to the curb and spoke in a gentle voice:
"Let's go buy some nutritional supplements. We'll go back to your place together for New Year's Day and visit Mom."
I couldn't hold back the tears in the end, so I turned my body away from him.
My mom had passed away, and he still didn't know.
"Katherine Pierce?
Are you listening to me?"
Robert's voice deepened, heavy with pressure.
My voice hoarse, I said:
"No need."
No need to go back. Never need to go back again.
But he misunderstood me and leaned over to look.
"Are you mad?
"Trust me, okay?
Here—count them if you want."
As he spoke, he opened the box and dumped out all the condoms.
His eyes were helpless yet doting, as if looking at a child throwing a tantrum.
I wiped my tears and looked over:
"I'm really not mad."
Robert leaned in to hug me and sighed:
"You still say you're not mad.
"Haven't you always wanted me to go back with you?
"I finally have no business engagements this New Year's.
"If we miss this, who knows when the next time will be."
His palm gently soothed my back, just like before.
But I numbly pushed him away and nodded:
"Okay, let's go then."
Before she died, Mom kept murmuring about how busy her son-in-law was, never getting to see him.
If Robert has time on New Year's Day, paying respects would be good.
After all, once we divorce, there will be no reason to ask him to go.
I bought a lot of things, mostly the flowers my mom loved most.
I hoped the white lilies can make my mom rest in peace.
But on New Year's Day, Robert didn't come back.
As if I had expected it, I calmly accepted the possibility that he might miss the High-Speed Rail.
So I took a taxi to the High-Speed Rail Station alone.
It wasn't until the train started moving that he called me.
"Sorry, I got held up by something here.
"Change your ticket, and how about we leave tonight instead?"
I watched the scenery retreating outside the window and swallowed my tears.
"No need, I've already left."
I didn't even bother asking him for the reason.
But Robert offered an explanation anyway:
"This time it's really not because of Jessica Miller.
"A project we settled before suddenly had issues, I thought I could make it.
"Katherine, don't make a scene."
I didn't know where he got the idea that I was making a scene, but I spoke calmly:
"I know you're busy. You can come tomorrow."
Waiting one more day doesn't matter. Let it be.
Robert let out a sigh of relief.
"Wait for me. When I get there, I'll make Roast Lamb with Herbs for Mom.
"She always said I was good at it—she probably hasn't had it in years.
"This time I definitely..."
"I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while."
I interrupted his daydreaming, unable to stop the tears streaming down my face.
I really wanted to scream it out loud.
Mom can't eat it anymore!
Where were you before!
But I was tired.
I didn't want to argue.
We'd argued too much, to the point where I was exhausted.
As if I were someone with no self-respect, shamelessly begging for his attention.
As long as he comes, that's enough.
If he could just come to beg on his knees and light a candle, so my mom could see him, that would be enough.
It wouldn't have been a waste of all the years my mom spent raising him.
It wouldn't have been a waste that I brought him home back then, or that for the next decade, he mooched meals off us every single day.
But in the end, I expected too much of him.

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