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My parents kindly advised me to put aside the burden of finding a job and have a good rest for a while, and I quite agree with this idea in my heart.

However, while enjoying this tranquility, deep in my heart there was a passion that was unwilling to be mediocre, and I longed to do something to enrich myself.

Looking back at our college days, Rachel and I were both outstanding students in the journalism department. After graduation, I successfully joined the news department of a local TV station. I thought I could make a big splash here, but Rachel 's words made me resolutely quit my job.

She firmly stated that if we were in different places, then this relationship could not continue. For her, I came to her city without hesitation and joined the sales department of a beauty company. Although I don't have much love for this industry and have not achieved significant success here, as long as I can be with her, I am satisfied.

However, as time went by, Rachel 's career flourished, the brand's influence expanded, and she became busier and busier. In order to support her, I chose to resign and go home to become her full-time "nanny".

In my spare time, I often browse the classmates' group and circle of friends, watching the wonderful lives of my former classmates. Some of them went abroad for further studies, some passed the postgraduate entrance examination, some changed their careers, some created their own public accounts, and some returned to their hometowns to pass the civil service examination. And I, after so many years of hard work, it seems that I have only exchanged this failed marriage.

Fortunately, I realized it before it was too late.

Late at night, I was lying in the hotel, scrolling through my phone, and a thought gradually emerged in my mind. At this moment, a message suddenly popped up on my phone, which was sent by the smart system at home, reminding me that Rachel had returned home.

Recently , I didn't want to see any news about her, and wanted to completely empty myself for a while. So, I was about to delete the client, but accidentally clicked in.

Two people appeared in the picture, they were Rachel and Jason. A few days ago, she seemed reluctant to let me leave, but now she has brought her new lover home. It seems that my decision to file for divorce was indeed very timely.

Rachel was obviously drunk and staggered when she walked. Jason considerately helped her half-lying on the sofa, and opened the refrigerator very familiarly and got her a bottle of water. However, after Rachel took the water, she threw it away angrily and shouted unhappily: "My stomach is not feeling well, you gave me ice water? Where is the hangover soup? I want to drink the hangover soup!"

" Sister, where is the hangover soup? Otherwise, I'll order a takeaway, and you can drink something first?" Jason said he wanted to order a takeaway, but he didn't even look at his phone.

Rachel suddenly lost her temper, threw everything on the table to the floor, and staggered towards the bedroom. Jason rushed over and half-hugged her waist, trying to comfort her.

My face was grim. I felt sick at the thought of what they were going to do on our wedding bed. Out of sight, out of mind. I was about to exit the video when I heard Rachel's scolding from the bedroom. Then, she ran out of the bedroom barefoot. Her coat had been taken off, leaving only a small vest and skirt. Jason tried to drag her back to the bedroom in dishevel, but she grabbed and hit him and pushed him away, shouting, "Go away! Stay away from me! You are not my husband! Get out!"

Jason looked aggrieved and acted pitiful: "Sister, I'm Su Su! Don't you like me anymore?"

"Get out! You are not Eric! Go away! Leave my house!" Rachel continued to scold Jason like crazy.

Jason got angry after being scolded and yelled at her, "Sister, I came back with you because you said you wanted to divorce your husband! Now you're kicking me out?"

Rachel started to go crazy again when she heard this: "You are the one who is divorced! Your whole family is divorced! I am not divorced! I am not divorced!"

" You are crazy!" Jason was so angry that he slammed the door and left, cursing.

Rachel chased after him and threw something. She tripped and hit her knee on the ground. She cried in pain, "It hurts! Woo woo woo Eric! Eric?"

She was met with silence. She sobbed for a while, holding her knees, and then shouted, "My stomach hurts! I want to drink some hangover soup."

"Eric, I have a headache! Eric! Please rub it for me."

"Eric! I feel so uncomfortable and my whole body aches..."

She called my name over and over again, but I didn't want to respond. I felt mixed emotions. I thought they would be together tonight.

Rachel was very demanding of herself and me. We had many rules and principles when we were together, but they seemed to be nothing to Jason . She paid the most attention to image management and insisted on resisting sugar for many years. She only drank sugar-free coffee, but she ate the sweet milk nut chocolate beans Jason gave her.

That small jar of chocolate was her blatant preference, which hurt my heart and made me look pathetic and pitiful. I looked at Rachel lying on the ground in a slightly embarrassed state , and couldn't help but laugh at myself: She only needs me when she is vulnerable. To be more precise, what she needs is not me, but my service at any time.

I rub her head when she has a headache from working overtime, massage her feet when she wears high heels for a long time, and massage her cervical spine when she looks at the computer for a long time. When she is still asleep, I have already got up to prepare a delicious breakfast for her. When she eats breakfast, I prepare her clothes and shoes according to the matching in her photos.

Over the years, I have never distracted her from her life, and what she cannot do without is just my meticulous care.

I was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, turned on the light and stared blankly. I couldn't sleep again. I was worried about Rachel , so I checked the surveillance. I saw her get up from the ground, holding her stomach and sitting on the sofa, but she didn't go back to the bedroom.

Rachel sat there in a daze, looking a little sober. The wound on her knee looked a little scary, and suddenly she cried out in pain: "My stomach hurts so much! Eric ! Where is the medicine?"

Since she was hospitalized for gastric bleeding, I have been researching stomach-nourishing remedies every day. Although her stomach is much better now, it still hurts when she drinks. So every time Rachel has a social event, I will prepare stomach medicine and hangover soup for her in advance, and keep them warm when she comes home.

I was worried that she would not be able to find the commonly used medicine when I was not at home, so I specially prepared two medicine boxes and placed them under the TV cabinet, and reminded her many times. Obviously, she did not take my words to heart.

I can tell her the location of the medicine box through the phone, but I don't want to tell her. Just watch coldly. For so many years, I have always believed that sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity, but in the end, I only got scars all over my body.

My love, my selflessness, my dedication, in Rachel's eyes, are probably worthless garbage. I am just a spare tire that she can summon and dismiss at will. She beckons me when she needs me, and kicks me away when she doesn't need me.

Rachel bent down with the pillow in her arms, and kept shouting my name in a hoarse voice: " EricEric, where are you?" Probably because the pain was unbearable, she bent down and started looking for medicine everywhere. After rummaging through things, she finally found the two medicine boxes I put in the TV cabinet. There were sticky notes on the medicine boxes, which detailed the medicines in the boxes.

She looked at the note on it and sobbed while holding the medicine box. She didn't take the medicine that night, but just cried while holding the medicine box and fell asleep on the sofa. I also couldn't sleep all night.