When I was doing laundry, I accidentally found a half-eaten can of chocolate in Rachel's windbreaker. At that moment, I was stunned and full of doubts: Why did she have such a thing?
Rachel is in the fashion industry and has extremely high requirements for her appearance. In order to maintain her skin condition and figure, she has always been anti-sugar and even consumes very little carbohydrates. How could she eat such a sweet portable can of chocolate?
I recalled the small cookies I found in the car a few days ago. She said it was a gift from a colleague. However, her colleagues knew that she was quitting sugar, so why would they give her sugary cookies? After hesitating for a long time, I finally decided to check the dashcam in the garage. As the door closed, a familiar male voice came with a smile: "Sister, you are so nice. Thank you for waiting for me." The voice was warm and bright, very pleasant to hear, but I just felt cold all over, my heart was like being hammered, and a dull pain came over me.
Rachel chuckled: "Everyone is working overtime. Aren't you afraid they will have an opinion if you leave early?"
Jason pretended to be arrogant: "I am a post-00s who is cleaning up the workplace. What's more, they all know that my sister is waiting for me. With my sister here, why would I be afraid of them?"
Rachel laughed at the youthful publicity unique to the teenager. This scene reminded me of the time when I worked with Rachel . At that time, we had not yet announced the news of our marriage. In the company, she always walked past me as if she had never known me. Whenever I mentioned this, she always said impatiently: "Don't you know the company's rules? If our relationship is announced, will I still have a chance to be promoted?"
At that time, my heart and eyes were all about Rachel, while her heart was all about work. As her position continued to rise, her work became busier and busier, so I simply resigned and stayed at home, becoming a househusband, focusing on taking care of her daily life. But now, she is not worried about being blocked from promotion.
" Bang", a gentle sound of opening the lid sounded, "Sister, I'll treat you to chocolate." Rachel laughed and refused: "Sister doesn't eat this child's stuff, you can keep it."
"No," Jason said coquettishly, "I just want to feed my sister."
Listening to the "crunch" sound of Rachel chewing chocolate beans, I came to my senses and laughed at myself. After she finished the chocolate fed by her younger brother, she said, "Eat less, sister will take you to eat good food."
I turned off the dashcam, unwilling to listen any more. At this moment, I had a splitting headache and wanted to open the window to get some fresh air, but my body seemed to be drained, and it was difficult to even lift a finger.
Thinking back to the past, in order to make Rachel's appetite better, I changed the way I cooked for her every day. In less than a year, I went from a kitchen novice to an expert in cooking various cuisines. However, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I carefully prepared a squirrel mandarin fish. When Rachel saw the dish, she threw her chopsticks and said, "It's so oily and sweet, how can I eat it!" After that, she got up and went into the bedroom, leaving me alone at the table in a daze.
At that time, I just wanted to make some festive dishes to get a good omen, but it ended in a quarrel. I knew that she was under a lot of work pressure, so I regretted my carelessness and let her go hungry during the festival. But I forgot that not every dish on the full table was squirrel mandarin fish.
But now, she ate half a can of chocolate. It turned out that it was not the candy that was wrong, but me. I found the divorce agreement that I had prepared long ago. This agreement has been typed out for a long time, but I have never been willing to take it out. I admit that I still have some reluctance to this relationship.
I have liked Rachel for too long. The first time I saw her, I heard my heartbeat "bang bang bang". From then on, she became the most beautiful color in my entire youth. However, unfortunately, she fell in love with the school hunk. The school hunk came from a wealthy family, but his mother did not agree with this marriage and introduced him to a white, rich and beautiful girl who was well-matched. In despair, Rachel chose me, the "licking dog" who accompanied her silently.
I know all this, but I don't care. I have been waiting for the day when she really sees me and the day when she falls in love with me. However, I failed. When I first saw Jason , I felt uneasy. He is too similar to the person Rachel likes: both have sunny and clean looks, playful and playful personalities, and are the focus of attention wherever they go. Unlike me, I would just stand behind her silently.
The first thing that made me feel uncomfortable was Jason 's late-night call. Although we were talking about work, it was not normal for him to call me late at night when there was nothing urgent to deal with. Especially for an intern, he did not call his colleagues and leaders, but directly called the department director. At that time, Rachel was lying on the sofa. She had a bad cervical spine and sometimes had migraines. I was giving her a massage to relax her, but she suddenly got up and answered the phone in a hurry.
I could feel her excitement and a little nervousness: "Don't worry about it, don't think too much. We are an industry that needs innovation, so don't worry." She listened to him patiently talking about work trivia. During the whole call, Rachel's mouth corners rose unconsciously. After hanging up the phone, she was in a good mood and even hummed a song while applying a facial mask.
I sat alone in the living room, feeling heartbroken. I think Rachel didn't mean to let down this family at first. She was very self-restrained, and every time Jason called, she handled the matter in a businesslike manner. However, feelings are probably the most uncontrollable thing in the world. Even if you cover your mouth, they will still flow out of your eyes. She began to keep her phone in her hand, often laughed for no reason, and liked to work overtime more and more. When I objected to her recent situation, she said coldly with contempt: " Eric , you are a grown man who does nothing all day and is suspicious. It's really disgusting."
After hearing this, I felt like a deflated ball, and I no longer had the courage to question her. Actually, I couldn't blame her. I always knew that I wasn't the one who was loved. It was just that my heart was too painful, so painful that I was numb. However, in this pain, I remembered that I also had the right to be loved.
Divorcing for a jar of chocolate may sound absurd, but I'm tired and don't want to be a loyal dog anymore. Even if no one loves me, I still have to love myself.
