5
Becom
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It was strange.
He was acting that way again.
The panic and avoidance in his eyes were about to overflow.
It was as if I wasn’t his wife of six years, but some untouchable plague.
1 took a deep breath.
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Barely suppressing the anger in my heart.
I refrained from chasing after him to demand what he was playing at, acting like a little boy all day.
I had to give a quarterly report tomorrow, which was directly related to my promotion.
So I really couldn’t spare any extra energy to argue with him today.
I fell into a fitful sleep alone until midnight.
The sudden chill on my neck startled me awake.
I forced my eyelids open to see Adrian sitting on the edge of the bed.
The moonlight streaming through the window cast a silver edge on his tense jawline.
He lowered his eyelashes, stiffly applying something to my neck.
I caught his wrist: “Adrian, what are you putting on my neck?”
He pursed his lips, his voice hoarse: “Bruise cream.”
After a pause, he added,
“You have to give the quarterly report in front of the whole company tomorrow. This way… people won’t gossip.”
What he said made sense.
I’ve always had sensitive skin, and mosquito bites often left red marks that took a long time to fade.
It wouldn’t look good to give the quarterly report looking like this.
I let go of his hand and closed my eyes again, mumbling,
“You’re right. Thanks, honey. You should get some sleep too…”
Adrian didn’t say anything. His breathing became a bit shaky as he leaned down to gently kiss
my
forehead.
I was too drowsy to open my eyes, and naturally didn’t hear Adrian’s next words clearly.
“I don’t blame you for having a change of heart, nor will I question or accuse you, because that’s not the capacity a lawful husband should have.”
“I also know that it must be that shameless bastard out there who seduced you. I’ll take care of him.”
“Our marriage will eventually get back on track. Divorce will only exist in other people’s fantasies. We will never divorce.”
In the last moment before falling into deep sleep,
I seemed to hear a painful and suppressed sob.
The kind of sound only a wronged husband who had lost his wife and was left alone in an empty house could make.
Then, a drop of warm liquid fell on the corner of my lips.
The next day.
Adrian appeared in the kitchen very early.
He was bare–chested, showing off his recently well–toned upper body, boldly wearing only an apron.
