Seeing me frown, Jason’s face paled, and he quickly rolled down the windows to air it out. “Zara said she wasn’t feeling well–her
heart condition flared up. I dropped her off at her apartment. Nothing happened, I swear-”
I interrupted him coldly. “You don’t need to explain, really. I don’t care.”
The car fell silent for a moment before Jason forced a smile. “Honey, let’s not fight, okay? I promise I’ll spend more time with you
from now on.”
He reached over to buckle my seatbelt but tried to steal a kiss. I turned my head just in time to avoid him.
I stared out the window at the neon lights, my voice calm. “I’m serious. I don’t care, so you don’t have to explain. It’s exhausting,
don’t you think?”
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but when he saw the serious look on my face, his words died in his throat.
The rest of the ride was silent. Once I got home, I showered in the master bath and lay on the bed scrolling through my phone.
That was when I saw Zara’s latest social media post, from just ten minutes ago.
The picture was of scattered liquor bottles, and her swollen eyes as she pouted and cried for the camera. The caption read, [I let go
and gave up my seat, pretending to be carefree, but who understands how hard it is for me to move on…]
I snorted, placing the phone aside. There was no need to block her–having such a digital pet to amuse myself wasn’t so bad after
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Jason walked into the bedroom, holding a glass of warm milk.
“Wynter, drink some milk before bed,” he said gently.
I glanced at him but didn’t take the cup.
“You know I’m lactose intolerant, right?”
His hand froze in mid–air, then he awkwardly set the milk on the nightstand, “I’ve been so busy with work lately, I just didn’t
think.”
My parents had once pampered me, and I used to be the cherished princess of the family, never lifting a finger. But since marrying Jason, a heart surgeon, I learned how to cook and took over all the household chores, worried that he might hurt his hands if he did the cooking.
He was fragile, with many allergies.
Once, I accidentally put a bit of onions in his food, and he flipped the bowl onto the table. “After working so hard, I come home to
this? Wynter, if you want me dead, just say so!”
At that time, I sat quietly while eating my risotto, tears dropping into my food.
I had been eating the same thing for seven years, and I’d truly had enough of it.
I squinted, burying myself under the blanket, silently signaling for him to leave.
As he turned to go, his phone rang again.
When he saw Zara’s name on the screen, he hesitated, glancing at me.
1 ignored him, closing my eyes to fake sleep.
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