Willow and I have known each other and been in love for four years, and have been married for six years.
My deep affection for her was well known to everyone in our circle of friends. Even after learning that she was infertile, I always stayed by her side and never left her side.
However, as time went by, her attitude towards me changed quietly.
The thoughtfulness she once showed was gradually replaced by paranoia, and she was no longer willing to listen to my explanations.
As long as I did something that didn't satisfy her, she would seek comfort from her childhood sweetheart Bruce in front of me.
Whenever I got angry and asked for a divorce, she would kneel down and apologize, claiming that she just wanted to piss me off and that it had nothing to do with Bruce .
My mother-in-law also often advised me that she just lacked a sense of security due to her illness and asked me to be more considerate of her.
In addition, her friends also proved many times that she did not go to find Bruce, so I chose to forgive her again and again.
Until a week ago, a friend introduced me to a gynecologist.
I had a hopeful conversation with a specialist, who said her condition was not hopeless.
Although I am not keen on children, I think that having a child may help her resolve her worries.
On the way home from the hospital, I made a detour to E-Mart to buy food.
When I walked out of the supermarket, it was getting dark. I seemed to see Willow 's car parked across the street. I crossed the street and took a closer look. Under the glaring light, the woman in the driver's seat and the man sitting in the passenger seat were kissing passionately.
At that moment, I felt like I was struck by lightning, and the vegetables and fruits in my hands fell to the ground.
They reluctantly separated until the green light came on and the car owner behind honked his horn.
Willow opened the car window and turned back to curse, while Bruce smiled and stroked her head.
They seemed not to have noticed me at all. The car sped past, leaving me standing there alone.
I seemed to be pushed by an invisible force and fell to the ground. The night wind blew, the chill penetrated my bones, and I shivered continuously.
I developed a high fever that night when I got home. Fortunately , my friend contacted me in time and rushed to my home, forcing me to go to the hospital.
Then I realized that I had acute pneumonia.
When Willow returned, she casually threw her suitcase into the room.
She saw me lying on the bed and got in, smelling of men's cologne.
She didn't notice my pale face or the variety of medicines on the bedside table.
I just turned my head away from her and told her the truth: "I'm not feeling well."
But she climbed up from the bed with an unhappy look on her face and looked down at me condescendingly.
"I know, you just dislike me. Leo, I don't have to be with you."
After that, she took out her cell phone as usual and dialed the familiar number.
" Where are you? I'm in a bad mood. Help me to relieve it."
Bruce's doting laughter came from the other end of the phone: "Didn't you just get home? Why are you here again?"
"Aren't you really afraid that loser in your family will get angry?"
Willow gave me a smug look and smiled mockingly.
"He is indeed a useless piece of shit. I don't know what qualifications he has to look down on me."
She seemed to say this intentionally for me to hear, and her voice was much lowered.
Bruce didn't hear clearly and asked, "What?"
"Nothing, I'm used to my bed and I can't sleep at home!"
Willow hung up the phone with a smile, glanced at me, picked up her suitcase and walked out.
If it were in the past, I would have chased her out to apologize, and no matter how she scolded me, I would have comforted her gently.
But now, until the door closed angrily, I still lay in bed without moving an inch.
Willow, I will never believe your lies again!
