Charles Logan came through the door, clutching a large bouquet of roses. After he spotted me sitting in the dining room, he walked over and thrust the flowers at me. His gaze lowered as he nitpicked harshly as usual. "You're always eating junk from outside. Look at all this food you've bought. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You're starting to look like a middle-aged woman. Why is there a cake? Is it your birthday?"I tried to cover my nose and mouth as I placed the roses in the kitchen. As I wiped the pollen off my skin with a wet wipe, I shook my head and replied, "It was on sale, so I bought it."He eased up right away with a half-smile. "You sneakily munch on this sugary stuff all the time. No wonder you gained weight."We had been married for five years. Charles never cared about my birthday, but he remembered every little special thing about Avery Simpson. I would have felt wronged and argued with him in the past, but now I could not be bothered to say a single word.As
Charles knew I was in the hospital for allergy treatment, but he still lost his temper. He was fuming that I could not answer his calls in time. I could tell from the background noise that he was not at home. However, he insisted on acting all high and mighty, just to put me down.I had always put Charles first in all the years that we had been married. Even when I was barely conscious from a high fever, I never neglected him. This led him to believe he could boss me around. However, I was not as accommodating this time. "I wasn't feeling well and didn't have time to answer the phone," I explained.Charles snorted coldly. "You're such a drama queen. Avery's dog needs surgery. We can't leave. Leave the hospital immediately and buy two bowls of soup. I'm starving. You have 20 minutes. Do a good job, and I can make an exception and let you use my family card."In the past, a casual, overbearing command from him would have made me happy for a long time. I thought it showed how intimate
Charles quickly ended the call when he saw me. He looked flustered and said, "Rosie, I was just checking on Avery's dog."I tilted my head slightly and replied, "There's nothing to misunderstand.""You don't mind?" Charles asked."There's nothing to mind," I replied.After a pause, Charles said, "You're coming with me to a birthday party tonight."Since I was not feeling well, I wanted to decline. "I'm not sure I can make it.""I already told Quinton you'd be there. He wants to make up for not inviting you to his wedding last time," Charles responded.When he said it that way, I had no choice but to agree.Charles arranged for the driver to pick us up. When I opened the car door, I was surprised to find Avery already seated in the back. She greeted me with a slight smile."Rosie, it's rare to see you in the mood to go to a party," Avery remarked.In the past six months, for every event I heard that Avery was attending, I would always find an excuse to avoid going. She constan
I was taken to the hospital, and the doctor revealed that I had been pregnant for two months, but unfortunately, the fetus did not survive. My heart sank as this marked my second miscarriage. Before I could process the news, Charles gave me a harsh look. He coldly remarked, "Losing the baby is probably for the best. It proves you're an idiot who could not even take care of yourself. What's the point of getting pregnant?" Despite my aching heart, Charles' cruel words strangely brought me a sense of peace. When Charles' family learned about my previous miscarriage, my mother-in-law was devastated. She believed I was bad luck and insisted that Charles divorce me.It was a matter of my physical well-being, something beyond my control, yet they placed all the blame on me, forcing me to confess to things I had not done. I had sacrificed my pride, kneeling before the Logan family, pleading with Charles for another chance. I vowed not to let him down again, saving our marriage by a thread.
Avery said, "Charles said you don't like working and have always stayed home. I told him you must have big ambitions to be a successful career woman."I shot a cold look at Charles. I was a top student when I was in university. I was also one of the key members of our lab. After getting married, I decided to step back and take care of Charles, knowing how difficult it was for him to run his company. However, the reality had been twisted—I was portrayed as someone unwilling to work and dependent on a man.Looking at the smug Avery, I recognized the necklace around her neck. It was the one I had asked for as a birthday gift last year. I had not bought any jewelry in years. When I saw that lovely pendant, I really desired it. When I told Charles about my wish, he impatiently turned me down, citing that his business was not doing well and he had no extra money for such things. I had only been slightly disappointed, but Charles yelled at me as if I had insulted him, "You're just a loser
I looked at him, speechless. "What's there to explain? You both like each other, so you should be together.""It's not like that! There's nothing between Avery and me. I just lent her that shirt because she spilled her drink! There were plenty of people at the company who can testify for us. We have no secret affair. If you don't like it, I'll make her take it off now. Rosie, we've been married for so many years. Don't you trust me at all?" Charles's frantic behavior caught the attention of onlookers.I could not bear the humiliation. "Charles, please stop acting immature. Let's deal with whatever issue we have after I finish my work."A year ago, I faced Charles in a similar frenzy when I caught him and Avery exiting the couples' hall at the cinema entrance. At that time, Charles dismissed me with the same impatience.Charles appeared to recall that moment as well. I noticed a mix of guilt and remorse on his face, but I chose to disregard the disappointment in his gaze and departe
Charles arrived promptly and thoughtfully placed a blanket on the back seat for me. I covered myself to get some sleep but felt something poking my back. I pulled it out to find that it was a lipstick Avery had left behind.Charles was taken aback. He hastily took the lipstick from me, explaining with a flustered look, "Avery used it to touch up her makeup the last time she rode in the car. I didn't realize it was still here. I'll have Mr. Chester send it back to her. Don't worry, Rosie, I won't..."'What kind of makeup needs touching up during a bumpy car ride?' I pondered.Initially, I chose to stay silent, but Charles' explanation was so ridiculous that I could not help but interrupt him, "Charles, it never bothered me.""Huh?" Charles responded."What happened between you and Avery, whether you two interacted or liked each other don't matter to me. So stop wasting my time explaining these."Charles paused, looking slightly puzzled. He could sense my indifference from my words
After some time, Charles hobbled in after tending to his injury. He was interrupted by a call from Avery, who was crying while still speaking to him flirtatiously.After hanging up, Charles shared that Avery had been attacked and needed his help at the hospital. "Rosie, Avery's a timid girl. She's never experienced anything like this and is terrified. I grew up with her after all. I have to go. Once I solve the things there, I'll take some time off and go on a trip with you. Haven't you wanted to see the ocean for a long time? What do you think? I promise to give you the best experience."Charles rambled on, and I impatiently agreed just so he could stop talking. Hearing my answer, his eyes lit up before he limped away. Before closing the door, he shouted outside, "Once Avery's problem is solved, we'll leave immediately!"As soon as Charles left, I contacted the lawyer to divide all the assets under both Charles' and my name. Then, I packed my luggage and headed to the house I had