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"Wayne's foot is injured. I need to take him to the hospital. Come and clean up his house. I'll make some bone soup and send it to the hospital later. Remember not to put cilantro in it." I suddenly realized that Rachel didn't have any dietary restrictions. It was just that every time I added cilantro to the food I sent her, she would get mad at me and call me a fool who couldn't do anything right. It turned out that Wayne didn't like cilantro.

I wanted to ignore Rachel's message but after a moment's hesitation I went downstairs. Rachel was hugging Wayne and comforting him softly, but she immediately frowned when she saw me. "Why are you here now? If you delay Wayne's treatment..." Wayne gently tugged at her sleeve. "Sister Ruohan, I'm fine. Don't be angry because of me and Brother Jingwen. I know he has never liked me."

" Okay , Justin, clean this place up. I won't marry a man who is jealous all day and can't do anything right!" After that, she helped Wayne leave. I looked at her back and whispered, "I won't marry a woman who cheats and is shameless."

After they left, I looked around the room. The bathroom was full of water stains and there were two used condoms in the trash can. I suddenly felt sick. No wonder Rachel had to work overtime during this period. It turned out that she would make love with Wayne downstairs every day before returning home upstairs.

I walked into Wayne 's bedroom, which was filled with all kinds of luxury goods from big brands and a wall of limited edition sneakers. But I still remember that a few days ago when I wanted Rachel to give me a pair of sneakers as a birthday present, she looked at me with disgust and said, "You have the nerve to celebrate your 30th birthday? Isn't it disgusting that you are still pretending to be young at your age?" "Why do you need to wear such expensive shoes to do housework? Besides, no matter how expensive the sneakers you wear, you can't turn back to 20 years old!"

I can't always be 20 years old, but there are always 20-year-old handsome guys around Rachel . The so-called assistant Wayne is probably her favorite one. I took a deep breath, took pictures of everything in the room, and then went back upstairs to pack my luggage.

Rachel has given me gifts in the eight years we have been together . She gave me French kitchenware, a sweeping robot, a washing machine, and a kitchen knife that was said to be made by a master. Now I leave all these things to her. Halfway through packing, I suddenly felt ridiculous. Wayne's things downstairs are dazzling, but in this house where I have lived for several years, my things can be put in a suitcase .

After I finished my work, I called my brother Will who was overseas. He hung up three times but the call was finally connected. I held back my tears and said, "Will, I was wrong. I shouldn't have given up my job and my life for Rachel. I regret it and I want to find you." Will said I deserved it and called me a fool and hung up the phone.

I sat in the empty room, grief swept over me. Countless words of advice he gave me flashed through my mind, as well as his disappointed look when he left. The moment tears fell, another message came to my phone: Will bought me the nearest flight at noon three days later. The tears I had been holding back for so long finally burst out at this moment, for myself and for the eight years I had wasted.