Uriah came back at ten o'clock that night.

I just finished applying medicine to the wound and was ready to rest.

Wrapped in smoke and alcohol, he came in.

"Why haven't you rested yet?"

"I'll sleep now."

I poured myself a glass of water and took the oral medicine.

In the past, when he came home drunk, I would make him sobering tea and personally hand it to him.

Today, I wanted to take a break and rest.

Uriah looked at the empty coffee table and the cup in my hand, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

After staring at me for a while, he got up and poured himself a cup as well.

Warm water flowed down his throat, and his voice was filled with steam,

"Rachel, I was wrong today. Don't be angry.

I brought you chicken nuggets from the subway entrance downstairs."

Uriah was always like this, hurting me first and then trying to comfort me.

In the past, I would definitely comfort Uriah and say it was okay.

In the end, in the symbolic response from him, I forgot about the past and continued to pester Uriah.

Just thinking about it made me feel tired.

"It's your favorite flavor."

In his voice, there was an inexplicable certainty.

I glanced at the takeout box, and thirty percent of it was chili peppers.

Spicy flavor was what Millie liked.

It was what Millie left behind, because there was a bitten-off cucumber inside.

She was always like this, provocatively defying me.

But Uriah was tacitly approving, both openly and secretly.

Actually, I had told Uriah many times that I had a weak stomach and couldn't eat spicy food.

Chicken nuggets, what I liked was the lemon flavor.

It's appetizing and not too spicy.

I used to always pester Uriah to buy me some after work.

But he either forgot or brought back the wrong flavor.

After a while, I stopped asking.

It was really troublesome to bother someone who didn't have me in his heart.

There was really no need.

Besides, I didn't like lemon flavor anymore.

No, I didn't even like chicken nuggets anymore.

But Uriah didn't know, and he hadn't noticed.

I didn't have the energy to explain either.

With a faint 'oh', I was ready to go back to my room.

Uriah stopped me, looking a bit impatient.

"Rachel, the doctor said you need to rest."

"I know."

"But your heart is not at peace."

I smiled a bit speechlessly. It turned out he remembered.

When I was discharged during the day, the attending doctor repeatedly reminded him,

"Your wife's condition is more complicated, so she must rest at home. A calm mind is beneficial for wound recovery.

Also, avoid all spicy food and alcohol, especially alcohol, not even a drop."

At that time, Uriah was affectionately chatting with Millie on the phone, nodding perfunctorily at the doctor.

"Okay, I'll keep it in mind. I won't let her drink even a drop of alcohol or let her be restless.'

Seemingly,

Uriah remembered all the doctor's advice.

But as soon as he saw Millie, he forgot everything.

He even tried to prevent me from spoiling Millie' mood,

and made me drink Gordon's.

I remembered when I left the ward, the doctor praised me for finding a considerate and good husband.

But it was not true.

Regarding everything about me, Uriah had always been careless.

He didn't care from the bottom of his heart.

What he cared about was always Millie.

For Uriah,

I was just a garbage dump collecting Millie's waste.

But at this point, I didn't want to pick up trash at all.

I shrugged and pushed open the bedroom door, saying,

"You've got it wrong."

My heart was unusually calm,

really,

unprecedented calm.

Lying in bed,

I opened my phone and saw Millie's Instagram post.

[Thanks for your favor. May I have joy and you forever.]

A photo was also posted.

In the photo, Millie was holding Uriah's hand and making a heart gesture, which was very cheesy.

I also noticed that the wedding ring on Uriah's ring finger was taken off.

There was no need to guess who took it.

Millie openly declared her love, and I didn't believe Uriah couldn't see it at all.

But once again, he silently acquiesced.

I liked Millie's post and commented:

[Happy birthday. Your wish will come true soon. ]

Then I silently took off the wedding ring on my ring finger and put it on the bedside table.

The wound was so painful that I curled up and trembled, with cold sweat on my forehead.

I had to turn off my phone to sleep.

Just as I closed my phone, the bedroom door was opened.

Uriah, wrapped in a towel, with water droplets still on his body, rushed to me impatiently and scolded me,

"What do you mean, Rachel?

I've already said that I'm just friends with Millie.

It's her birthday today, and she just wanted to take a photo. Can you stop being jealous?"

I admitted that there was some lust when I pursued Uriah in the beginning.

Because he was the captain of the basketball team from high school to college, and his figure was famously good.

However, he looked too unapproachable.

Just like now, the cold air he emitted made the temperature in the whole room suddenly drop.

I didn't know if it was cold or if the wound hurt.

I tremble even more while huddled under the quilt.

I covered my head with the quilt and turned over.

"Whatever you think of me."

Anyway, it didn't matter anymore.

Suddenly, I remembered the day of our second wedding anniversary a year ago.

I booked a popular restaurant six months in advance.

In order to take photos, I even bought a camera and taught myself photography.

I even planned the poses to capture our best features.

But as soon as I took out the camera, Uriah's eyes turned cold.

""Rachel, I don't like taking photos.

"But today is our wedding anniversary."

I put my palms together and made a pleading gesture.

"Please, just one picture, okay?"

Uriah remained silent.

Until I finished the commemorative meal in the sweet laughter of couples around me, he remained silent.

Since then, I never mentioned taking a group photo again.

Just because Uriah didn't like it, I was also afraid of making him unhappy.

The photos that I had imagined had not been taken yet.

I lifted the quilt and glanced at the dusty camera on the shelf.

It took me a while to realize that Uriah didn't hate taking photos.

But the one he wanted to take pictures with, was not me.

I didn't know when Uriah left the bedroom.

I got up, wiped the dust off the camera, and then put it in the suitcase.

Sometimes, I felt awkward.

Why did photography have to be done by two people?

Clearly, a solo shot was more relaxing.

I didn't have to force him to do something unpleasant.

In the end, only I suffered.

Perhaps he thought my comments were sarcastic, Uriah slept in the guest room last night.

I started sneezing as soon as I got up, and the pain from the unhealed wound was tearing.

When I pushed open the bedroom door, I realized that Millie had come at some point.

Uriah was cooking noodles for Millie in the kitchen and explained to me subconsciously after seeing me.

"Millie's house was burglarized last night. It's not safe for her to stay at home alone, so I brought her over to stay here for a while."

At first, I didn't pay attention to Uriah's words. All my attention was on that bowl of noodles.

Because it had been a long, long time, so long that I almost couldn't remember the past.

Uriah once promised me that he would only cook noodles for me in this lifetime.

There were dumplings, and wontons in the fridge, so many breakfast options.

But Uriah chose noodles.

I stared at it for a long time before I realized what Uriah's words meant.

Last night, Uriah didn't go to the guest room. He went to pick up Millie.

He also let Millie stay at our house.

"Uriah, this is our house.:

From selecting the location, buying it, to designing, decorating, and moving in, I had carefully arranged everything.

It was filled with everything I had put in over the past two years.

Every corner had my dreams and plans for our little family in the future.

Before, no matter how biased Uriah was, I wouldn't overly care.

After all, Millie hadn't stepped into our private domain yet.

But this time, he really crossed my bottom line.

Seeing Uriah busy in the kitchen for another woman, my heart was like slowly put into an ice cellar.

I sneezed heavily, and the wound felt as if it had been torn open.

Covering the wound, I trembled and said,

"I disagree."

However, Uriah paid no attention to my words and coldly served Millie a bowl of sweet dumplings, saying,

"I am not seeking your opinion."

So, he was informing me again.

Uriah had done such things without consulting me before.

Before, he didn't discuss with me and moved to Millie' place for two weeks.

Just because Millie twisted her foot at a party, Uriah said he wanted to take care of her.

I came home from work and found the living room in a mess before I realized it.

At first, I thought there was a thief in my house, so I hid in the bathroom and called Uriah with a dagger.

"Uriah, it seems like there's a burglar in our house. I'm hiding in the bathroom right now, and I don't know if the burglar has left yet. What should I do?"

Uriah's tone was very disdainful and impatient.

"Call 911 if there's a thief. I can't make it back in time now."

So I instinctively asked, "Uriah, where are you?"

“I'm at Millie's home. She twisted her foot at the party yesterday, so I moved here to take care of her for two days.”

He spoke lightly and casually.

As soon as the conversation ended, he hung up the phone.