Hearing that I had prepared the divorce papers, Rebecca's parents were completely unsettled.
Over the years, I knew they genuinely cared for Rebecca and wanted her to be with a good man.
"Don't worry, let's talk this through. There's still room for negotiation…"
Just then, Alan's call came through. Rebecca, seeing his name, reflexively answered, "Alan? How are you?"
Her voice was softer than I'd ever heard.
Doris, furious, snatched the phone from her and put it on speaker.
Rebecca tried to grab it back, but Doris's sharp gaze stopped her.
"Rebecca, my leg hurts. I want some of your chicken soup. Can you bring me some?"
Doris was so enraged by his shameless request that she started cursing Alan over the phone, completely abandoning her usual gentle demeanor.
Both Rebecca and I were stunned.
Unable to bear her beloved being insulted, Rebecca burst into tears and tried to grab the phone again.
But Alan had already hung up, leaving the dial tone echoing awkwardly.
Feigning anger, I left the house, leaving Rebecca to face her parents' fury and questioning.
It was time she experienced the same dilemma I had endured in my past life.
That night, I ignored Rebecca, who was exhausted from arguing with her parents, and went to bed alone.
I thought she would sleep in another room as usual, but to my surprise, she suddenly opened the door.
I looked at her, puzzled, ready for a possible confrontation.
But without a word, she climbed into bed, starting to undress and trying to kiss me.
