I subconsciously clicked on Vivian's Moments. Five minutes ago, she posted a photo of a dining table filled with all kinds of midnight snacks, and captioned: "I cried out that I was hungry late at night, and I was fed so many delicious foods. I'm so happy! I can also eat my favorite celery and shrimp dumplings later. I'm looking forward to it."
At the corner of the photo, you can vaguely see the half-profile of a man, dressed in a suit, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, full of sexual tension. If I didn't know that man - my husband Ethan, I might have said "I'm done" like other commentators.
However, reality is so cruel. In the photo, he is concentrating on cutting fruit for Vivian , and even carefully picking out the pomegranate seeds one by one. If I had seen this in the past, I would have been so angry that I burst into tears, questioning what he meant, or making a scene and forcing him to come back to accompany me.
But now, I am unusually calm, my eyes are dry, and I don't have the slightest sign of tears. Perhaps, my once unforgettable feelings for Ethan have completely disappeared with the departure of the child.
After leaving the hospital, I went straight home. Lying on the bed, I felt pain all over my body and the coldness penetrated into my bones. I finally fell asleep, but was suddenly woken up by someone.
I opened my eyes and Ethan was standing by the bed with a cold face, asking, "Why did you sleep? Where are the dumplings I asked you to make?"
The sudden light hurt my eyes, I closed my eyes and said weakly: "I'm not feeling well, can you buy it at the restaurant?"
Although I didn't see it, I could feel Ethan's anger. He sneered, "It's normal to feel uncomfortable in the early stages of pregnancy. Don't be so squeamish. Vivian has always been picky, but she only likes your cooking. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't bother you!"
I suddenly opened my eyes and looked at him steadily. When our eyes met, Ethan turned his face away with a guilty look, but he still did not leave. Instead, he stood in front of the bed, exerting pressure on me in a silent manner.
After a moment of silence, I got up and said lightly, "Okay, I'll do it for her."
When we passed by Ethan, he suddenly grabbed my hand and said unhappily, "Forget it, I'll go out and buy it."
I gently pulled my hand out of his palm, said nothing, changed my clothes and shoes in silence, picked up my wallet and went out.
After returning from the market, Ethan was no longer at home. I didn't care whether he had gone to see Vivian again, and went straight into the kitchen to get busy. The process of making dumplings is complicated, mixing the dough and stuffing, and it takes several hours.
When the dumplings were cooked, it was already daybreak. Ethan came back and saw me putting the dumplings into the thermos. He frowned and said unhappily, "Don't you see what time it is? Vivian has been waiting all night and has already fallen asleep." I paused, and the next second, I poured the steaming dumplings and the soup into the drain. Facing Ethan's surprised expression, I said calmly, "Do we need to prepare lunch for her in advance?"
Ethan choked, stared into my eyes, and asked tentatively, "Are you angry?"
