7

Out of guilt, Jason Wilson was extra attentive to me this week, even taking the initiative to get up early to prepare breakfast for me. However, his cooking skills were really poor, and the food he made was hard to swallow. After I politely thanked him, I took the lunch box he carefully prepared and threw it into the trash can as soon as I left.

He began to send me messages frequently, reporting his whereabouts, what he was doing and who he was with, as if we were back in the days of passionate love. In fact, he was the one who took the initiative to report his itinerary to me at first, but later, I got used to it and he felt tired.

A week passed in a flash, and on Sunday, Jason Wilson dressed very well. He tried to pretend that he didn't care, but the tie he wore exposed his importance of this meeting. It was the first gift I gave him, and it cost me half a year's salary. He promised to keep it well and wear it on our golden wedding anniversary. But now, this tie has become his decoration for another mother-son appointment.

After he left, I quietly took off the ring he gave me and placed it on the coffee table, just pressing down the divorce agreement that had been prepared. I packed my suitcase and boarded the plane to go abroad.

If Jason Wilson had been more careful, he would have noticed that I was packing clothes recently; if he had been more careful, he would have noticed that my abdomen did not have the bulge that it should have for a four-month pregnancy. He gave all his attention to others, hated my restraint, but was willing to throw himself into the arms of others. In this case, let's part ways in peace.

The plane flew for a long time, and I walked through our ending in my sleep. As soon as I landed, I saw dozens of missed calls and hundreds of text messages. Jason Wilson was almost crazy, asking me where I was and why I was not at home. There were also messages from the supervisor: "Have you seen the hot searches?" "Are you okay?"

" Luna , if there is a problem, I can apply to the headquarters to transfer you back first, and you can deal with the family affairs before going to the branch." I clicked on the hot searches, and one of the entries "Maybe this is what happiness looks like" was particularly eye-catching. It was a blogger's record of her life, accompanying her son, husband, and mother-in-law. It looked warm and plain, ordinary and beautiful. If the husband here is not Jason Wilson and the mother-in-law is not Mr. S. Wilson.

In the blogger's signature, the line "After all the twists and turns, the one who stayed with me till the end was still you" hurt my eyes. After all the twists and turns, it turns out that I am just a passerby in the story of the male and female protagonists of the novel.

Jason Wilson called again, and I picked up the phone. There was a deep sadness in his voice. " Luna , it's not what you think, believe me." " Tiffany just wanted to record her life, but she didn't expect it to be copied by a marketing account." "Let's not let the Internet affect our lives, Luna , I don't want to get divorced, can we talk about it?" "Where are you? I miss you so much, I want to find you."

I sighed, " Jason Wilson , you can't find me." "What do you mean?" "The company has opened a new company abroad, and I have applied for a position here." "The divorce agreement is on the coffee table, just sign it if there is no problem, don't make it too ugly." "I won't sign!" Jason Wilson suddenly became very willful, he kept saying: "Luna, you still like me, you are just angry, right?" "I will keep a distance with Tiffany in the future, and I will never do anything you don't like." "I really know I was wrong, can we still be as bad as before?"

I shook my head, "No." "Please, Luna..." Jason Wilson choked, "Just think of it as for the baby..." The wind blew, and I felt a chill on my face, and then I realized that I was crying. But my voice was still firm, "There is no baby, Jason Wilson, I aborted the child as early as the day you put the ring on Tiffany."