I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was pale, my lips were cracked, and my eyes were sunken. I would never forget the cold water in the well and that suffocating despair.
In my previous life, Raymond constantly supported his first love, Victoria Langford, who lived next door. He pitied her for being recently widowed and considered her needs in everything.
Although we argued frequently, I still thought my husband was simply being kind-hearted. That was until our son starved to death at home while my husband tenderly cared for Victoria and her child next door.
That was when I completely lost hope in our marriage. I never expected god to allow me to return to this moment.
I opened the door to find him holding the dried spaghetti noodles, preparing to leave.
I instinctively blocked his way. “Are you insane? That’s our food for the next two weeks! What will we eat if you give them away?”
Frowning, he impatiently pushed my hand away.
“Vicky is pregnant and needs to eat well. We can buy more later.”
“Buy more? Do we even have money left?” I could not help but mock him.
He gave Victoria half his salary as soon as he got paid. He would also spend several hundred dollars to buy her a handbag. Now, we had only 50 dollars left to last us two weeks. I bought this packet of spaghetti noodles by swallowing my pride and borrowing money from others.
