He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips against mine, but I pushed him away before he could go any further.
“Aren’t you done with your tantrum? I’m your husband—can’t I even kiss you?”
The alcohol in my system started to fade, and I sat up, fixing my disheveled clothes. I said coldly, “Just go home.”
Jason had always been busy with work, so when he was home, I used to crave his attention, his closeness.
Back when he’d read medical journals on the couch, I’d snuggle up to him for a kiss. But even then, he’d reject me—just like I rejected him now—leaving me feeling cold and empty inside.
When he saw the determined rejection in my eyes, he froze for a moment, then slammed the car door shut and sped off without a word.
Back home, I grabbed his blanket and carried it to the guest room. “I’ve had a rough night after drinking, and I don’t want to disturb you, since you have work tomorrow. You’ll sleep in the guest room.”
The finality in my voice left no room for argument. Jason’s face darkened, but he said nothing as he walked to the guest room.
I used to crave being close to him in bed, even when it was just the two of us in that large bed. But now, I found it peaceful to sleep alone in the space.
The next morning, Jason was already gone for work. On the table, there was a cold serving of burrito and milk.
Burrito again. I was so tired of it…
I packed up the food and went downstairs to feed the stray cats. While waiting for the elevator, I came across a job posting from my old company.
Three years ago, Jason got promoted to deputy head of department, and I had quit my job to stay home and support him.
I quickly texted my old boss, who had once appreciated my work. Not long after, I got a reply.
Just then, my phone rang again. It was my mother, Stacey Irvin.
Her loud voice came through the phone immediately.
“Wynter, I saw Jason at the hospital with some woman, all over each other! Your mother-in-law even brought her food! You need to come here, and I’ll set things straight for you!”
As soon as my mother hung up, Jason’s call came through, his tone anxious.
“Stacey must’ve misunderstood. Don’t mind what she said. Just… don’t take it to heart.”
