Chapter 14%
Beckett finally brought Delaney back from the hospital.
He walked in looking exhausted, while Delaney, completely at ease, came in and flopped onto the couch.
“Beckett, I’m hungry. The baby’s been acting up too. Can you make me soup like last time?“}
Beckett felt a moment of disorientation as he looked at the woman acting all coy in front of him.}
At the hospital just earlier, Delaney had been acting like she was on the brink of death. The moment Beckett promised to marry her, her whole demeanor changed instantly.”
Even with the tinted lens of his earlier feelings, Beckett could still sense that something was off.
When Beckett didn’t immediately indulge her like he used to, Delaney pouted in dissatisfaction.
“What’s wrong, Beckett? Why won’t you answer me? Do you think I’m annoying now that you’ve finally got me?“>
Delaney’s eyes turned red again and Beckett suddenly felt a wave of irritation.}
The only reason he had made that soup in the first place was because Delaney said the baby wasn’t getting enough nutrients. She was also incredibly picky. She refused to eat anything the maid made and she turned her nose up at takeout even more.
Because of that, even though he never cooked, he forced himself to stand over the stove.
And yet I, his lawful wife, never even got a single spoonful of that soup.
I got pregnant earlier than Delaney did. My morning sickness was worse than hers. But because I tried to be understanding, tried not to complain, Beckett just took it all for granted and ignored me completely.
Thinking of this made Beckett’s chest ache–like he’d been stabbed with hundreds of needles.
“I’m so tired. I’ll make the soup for you tomorrow.”
Beckett looked completely drained. If it had been me, I would have been heartbroken just seeing him like that. But Delaney didn’t care one bit about how exhausted Beckett was.}
When he refused to make the soup, Delaney burst into even more dramatic tears, “You’re tired of me already, aren’t you? You don’t want me or the baby anymore.”
“He’s barely four months old and you already tired with us. I knew it. I should’ve just jumped off the hospital building.” Her sobs grew louder.
And with that, Delaney bolted upstairs, making a show of throwing herself off the balcony.
A vein throbbed painfully in Beckett’s temple.
He hadn’t expected his moment of weakness–his misplaced guilt–to lead to this kind of disaster. Watching Delaney scream and threaten to jump from the second floor, he couldn’t even recognize the woman in front of him anymore.”
He was stunned.
The girl who once saved him from a burning building had been fierce–strong, fearless. When did that brave girl turn into someone so dramatic, so easily wounded by the smallest things?}
Beckett was lost.
“That’s enough,” Beckett muttered, his voice low and flat. “Come down. I’ll go make your soup. Right now, okay?” }
Beckett stared at her, expression unreadable. The warmth he once had–the urge to care for her, to coddle her–had long since vanished.S He said nothing. He didn’t move.
When he refused, Delaney’s face twisted in frustration. With a loud huff, she snatched the bowl and began eating angrily on her own. Beckett watched the greedy way she ate and felt nothing but frustration.
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