Love is Far Away: Protect My Own Sincere Heart

Scarlett mocked me for being a coward 111 times.

I found two opera tickets in her branded backpack.

She looked at me impatiently.

"I was going to give you a birthday surprise. Since you've discovered it, see you on Saturday."

It was Saturday and I was wearing a new suit. I was waiting at the entrance of the theater for a long time, but Scarlett did not come.

I checked my phone and saw her childhood sweetheart's post on Instagram.

[We didn't go to the opera, but I'd like to give my little kitten a big kiss for watching a movie with me on this stormy night.]

If it were in the past, I would definitely go to Scarlett in despair and ask her why she did this to me.

But this time, I really didn't care.

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The once-in-a-century thunderstorm paralyzed the traffic of the whole city.

The theater closed. I didn't bring an umbrella or drive. I could only brace myself against the wind and rain and walk down the road in a mess.

At this time, my cell phone rang. It was Scarlett.

She asked me coldly,

"Why aren't you at home? Did you hang out with your friends again?"

My silence irritated her more.

"Say something, Ethan."

"Scarlett, I'm at the entrance of the theater."

Hearing this, she finally remembered that she was supposed to have a date with me today.

She was silent for a few seconds. Knowing that I didn't drive, she said impatiently,

"Got it. Wait a minute. I'll pick you up now."

I wanted to refuse, but the taxi app showed that there were more than 200 people ahead of me waiting for a cab. In addition, I tried to hail, so I couldn't get a taxi.

As such, I could only wait for Scarlett to come.

An hour and a half passed.

In the storm, I checked the dialog box with my wife for the last time before my phone ran out of battery.

Not only did Scarlett not come, but she also did not leave any messages.

In the end, a kind-hearted truck driver drove me to a nearby hotel.

After checking into the hotel and charging my phone, I clicked on Mateo's Instagram.

Half an hour ago, he posted again.

[Silly kitten, you're really my best friend. You rushed over to save me as soon as you found out that my house was out of power.]

The attached photo showed his mother and Scarlett chatting happily.

I blacklisted Mateo.

After thinking for a while, I blacklisted Scarlett too.

We'd been married for six years. No matter how many times we quarreled or gave each other the silent treatment, I never blocked Scarlett.

But this time, I was really disappointed in her.

The next day was Monday. I left the hotel for work.

As soon as I arrived at my desk, the manager looked at me strangely.

"Ethan, the HR department has just informed me that you are on sick leave today."

Scarlett was the vice president of the company. She wanted me to take a day off, so the HR department naturally did what she said.

I smiled and said that I wasn't sick.

During the lunch break, when I was making coffee in the break room, Scarlett appeared unexpectedly.

She worked at the top floor of the company all year round and never came to me.

Now she came to me for the first time, but her expression was very cold and contemptuous.

"You had fun out there all night? Ethan, you know about my temper. If it happens again..."

I interrupted her and said perfunctorily,

"Don't worry, there won't be a next time."

I was going to divorce her soon.

At that time, we would go our separate ways.

How could there be a next time?

She was a little stunned to see the determined look on my face.

To her surprise, I didn't even ask her where she had been last night.

After the coffee was made, Scarlett frowned and took it. After taking a sip, she felt that it tasted bad, so she dumped it.

"Wait for me in the parking lot after work today. Let's have dinner together."

I knew that this was her only compensation for breaking her promise yesterday.

I happened to have something to tell her, so I agreed.

When I returned to my desk, I saw a massage pillow on my desk. My colleagues bought it together to wish me a happy birthday.

I put a hand on my forehead to hide the tears in my eyes. I walked over and punched each of them jokingly.

I worked hard until I got off work. Then, I went to the parking lot as Scarlett told me to.

Just as I was waving at her, she started the engine and drove past me.

In the car, she didn't even look at me.

I just called and she said she had a business dinner to attend and asked me to go to the restaurant.

Upon arrival, I summoned the waiter and ordered my favorite tomahawk steaks.

Scarlett was always busy. Every time I dated her, I had to wait for at least two hours until she came.

I didn't have stomach problems, but after getting to know her, my stomach ached very often.