It’s one thing to break up, it’s another to be divorced. Tseng’s relationship with you was officially over, as far as all paperwork showed, but his presence in your life was as constant as when he was still your husband. Perhaps even more so.

“You should be more careful travelling through the slums at night,” says Tseng reproachfully, his gaze severe as he regards you. He knows he shouldn’t care so much; you two aren’t even together anymore. What you do and who you’re with shouldn’t be of any concern to him. Still, the thought of you remarrying makes him angrier than he’s ever been. And he definitely only tailed you this far on a whim and not out of concern. “You live alone. Don’t forget that.”