The wedding ring quietly rolled to Rachel's feet. She sneered and stepped on it without hesitation, as if trampling my dignity and love under her feet. "Who would like you like this? If you want to marry me, change your suspicious habit." Her words pierced my heart like an ice blade.
"Don't get in the way here. We still have important things to do. You should go home and reflect on yourself." Faced with these familiar accusations, my heart was unexpectedly calm.
leaving Wayne 's house, I resolutely posted the news of Rachel's cheating to the family group, announcing to everyone that I was going to break off my engagement with her.
Rachel , who had never replied to my messages in seconds, quickly took a photo of her computer and posted it to the group, claiming that she was just dealing with work normally with her subordinates. Then, she skillfully wove lies and put the blame on me. "Justin, don't make a fuss just because I didn't buy you that eight million sports car. I also never had a problem with you about you using my card to drink with your friends of the opposite sex at the bar."
The originally silent group chat suddenly became heated. My mother was the first to jump out and accuse me. She used all kinds of vicious words to scold me that I was not worthy of Rachel . She even forced me to apologize to her and threatened that if I missed this marriage, she would die in front of me.
Looking at this expected result, I sighed softly and quietly exited the group chat. Since my parents divorced, my mother's temper has become irritable, and the gentle and polite Rachel once deeply attracted me. However, eight years of getting along made me gradually see that she is completely different from what she seems on the surface.
Her gentleness and patience were reserved for Wayne , and her politeness and courtesy were reserved for strangers. When facing me, she only had endless cold violence and sarcastic words. She was best at irritating me in front of everyone, watching me break down and cry, and then pretending to be understanding and forgiving me generously, making everyone think that I was an unreasonable madman.
But this time, she 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 her.
When Rachel 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?" "Are you still angry? It's almost done." "Didn't you always want me to give you flowers? I bought them for you, don't be unhappy." She threw the wet roses in front of me.
I used to envy the couples holding flowers and looking happy on the street. I mentioned it to Rachel many times, but she always said impatiently: "If I had known you were such a vain man, I shouldn't have been with you!" "I'm not reluctant to spend this little money, but Justin , you are a man who has accomplished nothing and can only wash clothes and cook at home. Are you worthy?" She accused me of being lazy and vain, but forgot that I had been supporting her before she succeeded in her business.
In eight years, I gave her countless gifts and flowers. After she succeeded, I hurt my body due to overwork. She used marriage as bait to coax me into quitting my job, but then she completely forgot my sacrifice and treated me like a servant. She was stingy to give me a rose, but she was generous enough to give Wayne a house and a sea of flowers. Just now, I saw Wayne's circle of friends. They took a petal bath together, laughing and playing in the bathtub with roses. After she ruined the 9,999 roses, she picked up a few that were still intact and brought them to me.
I kicked the flowers away in disgust, looked up at Rachel, and said seriously, "I don't like dirty second-hand goods, and I don't like dirty second-hand women even more."
