Behind My Husband's Broken Promise

The snowstorm blocked the road, I limped to the company gate and waited for my husband for two hours, but he broken the promise.

I couldn't get a taxi and my legs were not convenient, so I only can sleep in the company for one night.

The next morning, Richard Cleman replied to my message: [Something important happened last night, but I’ll pick you up today.]

Just five minutes ago, his intern Jessica White updated her Moments with a photo of Richard's back while he was making a snowman.

The post reads, "Someone braved the heavy snow to celebrate my birthday and made me a huge snowman~"

It turns out that this is the important thing he mentioned.

If it happened in the past, I might make a hysterical scene.

But I didn’t feel anything at the moment and even gave her a thumbs up.

Later I left the divorce agreement and left without a word.

Richard was completely panicked and looked for me all over the world for begging me to come back.

I held my new love's hand and said, "Didn't you that we should move forward, and anyone who looks back is a dog say at the beginning."

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The city had the heaviest snowstorm in history, and my colleagues left work and took taxis two hours early.

But they still complained that they couldn't get a taxi.

"Ruby, I admire you so much. You have an injured leg, but your husband has to pick you up after getting off work. It's really hard for us as the taxi drivers don't come out in this snowstorm."

My colleague Mandy looked at my injured leg with admiration.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

What to admire? No one wants to get hurt.

Two weeks ago, Richard and I went shopping together and met an intern of his company on the way.

They were standing on the path and chatting happily, but they didn't notice a car ran a red light and rushed towards us at high speed!

Richard's first reaction was to hug the intern Jessica and quickly move aside.

But he knocked me down and broke one of my leg on the spot!

I was sent to the hospital, and Richard explained to me with a pale face.

"Ruby, I'm sorry, I just reacted in a hurry and had to protect the company's employees. I didn't see you..."

I said nothing.

But kept recalling Richard's nervous at that time.

Didn't see me? Indeed.

After all, his eyes only focused on others.

It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, and after being discharged from the hospital I had difficulty moving.

Out of guilt towards me, Richard offered to pick me up after get off work every day.

Turned my head to look at the blizzard outside the window, which was falling as heavily as goose feathers, I frowned.

Opened the chat box with Richard, and read the concise and boring chat conversation.

I sent another message, "Can you pick me up on time today?"

After five minutes, Richard replied, "Yes."

But I waited in the company for two hours, but Richard didn't come.

My last colleague asked me after packing up and leaving.

"Ruby, your husband hasn't come yet? My husband took a leave of absence to pick me up, and he's already here.

I shook my head and told her to go quickly and not keep her husband waiting for too long.

I called Richard several times, but he didn't answer any time.

Sent a text message, but no reply.

Such situation occurred is not the first time.

I was not sad. I just took out my blanket for lunch break, slept on the floor in the company to spent the night.

It was not until early the next morning that Richard replied to my message.

"Ruby, something important happened last night. I'll pick you up today."

I replied calmly, "Yeah."

He didn't know that just now, his young intern Jessica updated a post on her Moments.

The picture shows his back, wearing the long down jacket I bought for him, as he concentrates on making a snowman.

The post reads, "Someone braved the heavy snow to celebrate my birthday and built me a huge snowman~"

I immediately understood that the important thing Richard was talking about was.

No wonder he broke his promise.

But he was used to not having any explanation, just like before.

He didn't ask how I got home, or even how I spent the night before.

Of course, if he had come home last night, he would have noticed that I hadn't been back all night.

This also means that he stayed at Jessica's place all night.

I put down my phone, filled the bottle with warm water, and continued massaging my injured leg.

My leg is almost healed.

The day I recover will be the day of our divorce.