As Shelia finished speaking, I gradually loosened my grip on her hand.Her expression was serious, which scared me. I feared she had truly let go, that she genuinely didn't care anymore.The party's noise irritated me. I went alone to my study and took out the sketchbook from the drawer. I counted 72 drawings inside. Yes, she had been drawing all along, but I never cared to notice.During those two years of marriage, I seemed to know nothing about what she did every day. I even secretly compared her to Esther in my mind, looking down on her value because she didn't work after marriage. I often felt annoyed by her excessive care.But was it true, as Shelia just said, that I didn't like her?No, she was wrong. I did like her. The ease she gave me was something I rarely felt from others in my 27 years of life.But I did undervalue her. Perhaps because I got used to her admiration and generosity from the start. Things too easily obtained often seem weightless.Flipping through the s
Back at the birthday party, Grandma asked the photographer to take a family photo."Shelia, come join us for the photo," Grandma waved to Shelia."That's not appropriate given my current status," Shelia politely declined.I suddenly realized that in our three years of marriage, Shelia and I never had a single photo together. I gripped the sketchbook tighter. Besides these drawings, nothing remained of our marriage, as if it had flowed into the river of time.That night, I drank a lot. It was the second time I broke my three-year sobriety.The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache. David and Susan had already gone to play tennis, and Carol rarely stayed home on weekends, always off to endless parties. The estate was unusually quiet.I opened my phone to see Henry had sent me several surveillance videos from Mango Street. The woman in the video wore a baseball cap and mask, but the pixel quality was too low to make out her real appearance. I sent the videos to Travis; t
”What?" I could hardly believe my ears."Let's cancel the engagement ceremony. I don't think it's appropriate right now. We need some time to reconsider.""So, is it because of Shelia? You've fallen in love with her, haven't you? At Grandma's birthday party yesterday, your eyes never left her. I saw it all."I looked at Hugh. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, sighed, then said to me, "Esther, what's between us isn't Shelia, it's your lies. You're the one pushing me away.""I don't know what you're talking about. The one who lied to you was Shelia, not me." I tried desperately to defend myself."Do you realize you're in a very dangerous situation right now? I took the hit for you in the car accident two days ago. But whoever's hiding in the shadows will surely come after you again. Next time, you might not be so lucky. Please trust me. No matter what you've done in the past, I'll try to understand and forgive you. But if you won't tell me anything, I really can't help you."H
My relationship with Esther hadn't improved.She was trying hard. She came to see me immediately after my accident, accompanied me for lunch while I worked, and today she even took me to that restaurant full of our memories... For any normal man, she would be the perfect wife candidate.But I just couldn't bring myself to give in.It was like the protagonist in "The Matrix" being asked to choose between the "red pill" and the "blue pill". The red pill represents the harsh truth, leading to an uncertain future. The blue pill represents turning a blind eye and continuing to live in a beautiful illusion.I chose red.If a person is filled with lies from childhood, the first thing they do when they grow up is to vomit, expelling all those lies and starting anew.I hate lies. As a child, when my classmates called me a bastard from Mango Street, a fatherless child, I would always clench my fists and argue back, "I'm not. My father is a hero." Because that's what my mother told me:"Yo
As I had just arrived at my office that morning, I received an invitation to Hugh and Esther's engagement party. Holding it in my hands, I found myself lost in thought. When I married Hugh, we had no ceremony at all; we simply obtained our marriage certificate, and I moved into his house, gaining the status of a wife.But now that Esther was the bride-to-be, Hugh was giving her all the ceremonial trappings. He proposed, planned an engagement party, organized a wedding, and even personally took Esther to pick out jewelry for the occasion.My fingers tightened around the invitation, draining it of color. While I was lost in my reverie, Zia snatched the card from my hands and slammed it onto the desk."That cheating scumbag! It hasn't been long since you two split up, and he's already getting engaged to this woman. What's he trying to do by sending you an invitation? Showing off? Well, congratulations to him for succeeding—now we all know the great peacekeeping captain is a brainless m
As we approached midnight, we chose a relatively quiet bar. There weren't many people inside, but I immediately noticed a young couple getting cozy in a corner. It reminded me of times with Hugh—we used to do the same, nestling in a corner, sipping our favorite drinks, talking, and kissing.Zia and I chose a spot far from the lovebirds and ordered our drinks: a margarita for her and a whiskey sour for me. As the alcohol warmed our insides, Zia finally opened up."Alright, I'll admit it. I might have a tiny crush on Lucas," she confessed with a shrug.I couldn't help but tease her. "A tiny crush? I've never heard you brag to a stranger about having a man wrapped around your finger before."Zia sighed. "Look, I know everyone thinks he's a player. But he's actually sweet, generous, and fun. Sure, he might have been with quite a few women, but I think that's okay.""Quite a few?" I raised an eyebrow."Fine, a lot. But so what? I have no right to judge his past.""Maybe. But are you
Shelia’s POVHugh was coming back!After Grandma told me the news yesterday, I rushed to my room and tried on every dress I owned, spending the entire evening in front of the mirror.It had been a year since he left to be a pilot with the peacekeeping forces. Throughout that year, I'd woken up countless times from nightmares of him in danger, and just as often daydreamed about jumping into his arms when we reunited. But in reality, I hadn't received a single message from him all year.No news is good news, I kept telling myself.Grandma said his flight was due to land at 9:25 AM. I woke up at 5 to do my makeup and drove to the airport.It was already 11 AM. I checked my watch, wondering if Grandma had gotten the time wrong. Then I saw his tall figure in military uniform emerge from the crowd. At 6'3", he was hard to miss. I started running towards him in my high heels.Wait, who was that woman next to him? I slowed down, noticing his hand on her waist as he leaned in close, whispering
Hugh's POV No one knew I'd be bringing Esther back."Esther, is that really you? You look so different! That outfit is so cool," Carol squealed. I've never understood how some women can produce sounds like nails on a chalkboard.She quickly started directing the staff to prepare Esther's old room and instructed the kitchen to prepare dinner, declaring we'd have a welcome party tonight. Despite my strained relationship with my stepsister, her enthusiasm for Esther was somewhat reassuring.After leaving Esther with Carol, I took a deep breath and knocked on Shelia's door. I'd rehearsed a long explanation in my head, but when I opened my mouth, all I could manage was, "Please sign these divorce papers."I knew proposing divorce to Shelia today was cruel, but some decisions need to be made quickly. Delaying would only hurt her more deeply and harm Esther too.Her reaction was as expected. I picked up the bank card and divorce papers she'd thrown on the floor and left silently. She'd come