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I returned alone to the wedding house that my parents had spent half their life savings on. There was hardly any corner that belonged to me in the three-bedroom, two-living-room space. One bedroom was transformed into a cloakroom by her, filled with her clothes and shoes; the other became a KTV to satisfy her wish to sing at home . She never considered whether my parents would come to live here, and this selfishness chilled my heart.

" Meow!" A cat's cry broke the silence. It was Kity , the pet cat I bought for her. I turned around and looked at it, feeling mixed emotions. I could restore the bedroom to its original state, but Kity left me helpless. I am allergic to cat hair, and she has been taking care of it all the time. She loves cats like her life, and sometimes even sleeps with them. As for me, I can only wrap myself tightly and plug my nostrils with nasal plugs to prevent contact with cat hair. My friends all know that I am allergic to cat hair, and no one likes cats, so they can't take care of it for me. I also can't bear to sell Kity . After all, we have developed a deep relationship after years of getting along.

After thinking it over, I decided to call her and ask her to continue to take care of Kity . When the call was connected, her voice was full of excitement: "Hello, husband!" Before I could say anything, she started to talk about how interesting Shawn's sister's wedding was and her vision for our wedding.

She totally disregarded my feelings and negated all my careful preparations just by watching a wedding. I was not angry or disappointed, just deeply exhausted. When she suggested taking photos and letting Shawn talk to me, I was even more calm.

Shawn answered the phone, his tone full of pride and provocation: "Jasmine is very happy, what can I do for you?" I tried to explain the changes to the bedroom and the care of Kity, but was rudely interrupted by him: "Okay, I got it, do you have anything else to do?" His impatience made me completely disappointed, and I calmly responded: "Nothing."