The wedding ring rolled quietly to Lucas' feet. He sneered and stepped on it mercilessly, as if crushing my dignity and love under his feet.
"If you want to be my wife, you must change your suspicious habits." "Don't get in the way here. We have important things to do. You should go home and reflect on yourself."
Faced with these familiar accusations, I felt surprisingly calm.
After leaving Chelsea's house, I resolutely posted the news of Lucas's cheating in the family group and announced to everyone that I wanted to break off the engagement with him.
Lucas, who had never replied to my messages immediately, quickly took a photo of his computer and sent it to the group, saying, "I was just communicating with my female subordinate during normal work." Then , he lied skillfully and put the blame on me: " Ella , why are you making a fuss because I didn't buy you that 8 million wedding dress?"
"I have never argued with you about you using my credit card to drink with your friends of the opposite sex at the bar."
The originally silent group chat suddenly became lively.
My mother was the first one to jump out and accuse me, using vicious words to scold me for not being worthy of Lucas, and forcing me to apologize to him.
She even threatened that if I missed this good marriage, she would die in front of me.
Seeing this expected result, I sighed softly and resolutely left the group chat.
Since my parents divorced, my mother's temper has become erratic.
I grew up in a repressive environment, so I was deeply attracted to the humble and polite Lucas .
However, during these seven years of getting along, I gradually discovered that he was completely different from what he seemed.
His gentleness and patience are only reserved for Chelsea, and his politeness and courtesy are only shown to strangers.
When facing me, he only had endless cold violence and sarcastic words.
He was best at irritating me in front of everyone, watching me break down and cry, and then questioning me harshly.
Then, he would pretend to be understanding and forgive me generously, making everyone think that I was a crazy person who was making unreasonable demands.
But this time, he miscalculated.
Only those who are reluctant to let go will make a big fuss, but my heart has withered and will no longer stir up any waves because of him.
When Lucas came back with a bunch of withered red roses, I was lying on the sofa leisurely looking at my phone.
"Why didn't you cook?" he demanded.
"Still angry? That's enough." He tried to ease the atmosphere.
"Haven't you always wanted me to give you flowers? I bought them for you, don't be unhappy." He threw the wet roses in front of me.
I used to be very envious of those girls on the street who were holding flowers and had happy faces.
Lucas many times , but he always said impatiently: "If I had known you were such a vain woman, I should not have been with you!"
" It's not that I'm reluctant to part with this little money, but Ella , you're a housewife who has accomplished nothing and can only do laundry and cooking at home, do you deserve it?" He accused me of being lazy and vain.
However, he forgot that it was he who used marriage as bait to coax me into quitting my job.
In Lucas' eyes, I am only fit to be his babysitter and maid.
He was so stingy that he didn't even want to give me a rose, but he was so generous as to give Chelsea a house and a sea of flowers.
Just now, I saw Chelsea’s circle of friends.
They took a flower petal bath together, laughing and playing with roses in the bathtub, and after ruining 9,999 roses beyond recognition, they picked up a few that were still intact and brought them to me.
I kicked the flowers away in disgust, looked up at Lucas, and said seriously, "I don't like dirty second-hand goods, and I don't like dirty second-hand men even more."
