Steady Heat of Love

It was the sixth anniversary of my and Jonathan Holt’s marriage.

But instead of the usual white roses, yellow roses were prepared for this special day.

Because of this, I had a big fight with Jonathan.

"Wendy, can you stop fussing around? What do you want to do with white roses? To prove your virginity? But that's non-existent!"

After saying that, Jonathan slammed the door angrily and left. He didn't come home all night.

Late at night, Jonathan's childhood sweetheart, Margaret Lindsay, called me and apologized in tears.

"Wendy, I'm sorry. I remembered your preferences wrongly. Please don't get angry with Jon, OK?"

Almost at the same time, she secretly updated a new post on her social media platform.

It said, "Red rose stands for the passionate and unrestrained love! The more someone lacks something, the more they want to prove that they have it! Can white roses prove your purity? Haha..."

The attached photo was a large bunch of fiery red roses with a blurry profile of Jonathan in the background.

"I want a divorce!"

When I saw Jonathan again, it was already a month later.

With the help of his childhood sweetheart, Margaret, and the driver, Jonathan returned home drunk and then lay on the sofa.

Margaret had gorgeous makeup. After entering the house in her high-heeled shoes, she looked around with her picky eyes.

Then, she said, "Wendy, aren't you a housewife? Why don't you even clean up the house?

"Didn't you see that Jonathan is feeling terrible? Go and make some soup for him now.

"Remember, Jon doesn't like sour food!"

Margaret was bossy. She acted as if she was the hostess of this house, and I was just a servant that she could order around.

I said to her, "The kitchen is over there. Make yourself at home!

"Oh, by the way, the guest bedroom is over there. There are children at home, so remember to keep your door closed!"

Then, I picked up Celia and closed the bedroom door, keeping Margaret and Jonathan out of my sight.

Celia asked me, "Mom, are you in a bad mood?"

She snuggled up in my arms and patted me with her small hand.

"Mom, even if Ivan is not here, I will always be with you. Don't be sad!"

After Celia fell asleep, I noticed that there was no sound outside.

I opened the door and went out, finding that Margaret had already left.

But Jonathan was still lying on the sofa. He squinted at me and began to groan.

"Honey, I don't feel well... My head aches..."

If it were in the past, I would fetch a wet towel to wipe his face, massage his head gently, and tenderly help him change into comfortable pajamas...

But now, I just stood there and looked at him coldly.

Seeing that I hadn't moved for a long time, Jonathan stopped humming, rubbed his eyebrows, and sat up.

He fumbled in his bag for a while, then took out a green box, and handed it to me.

"It's for you. Open it and see if you like it or not. It's just an anniversary. It won't be our last anniversary," he said.

But I knew he was wrong. This was their last anniversary.

Jonathan continued, "I'm the only one who can stand your bad temper. If it were anyone else, they would have divorced you long ago."

I looked at the La Mer Skincare Set in his hand quietly and felt very angry in my heart.

"Did Margaret ask you to buy it?" I asked.

Jonathan raised the corner of his mouth, and his eyes subconsciously became gentle.

"Of course. I don't have other female friends who know these things."

After saying so, he raised his head as if he was waiting for my affirmation and gratitude.

However, I just coldly slapped the box to the ground. I felt like I almost couldn't suppress the rage in my heart.

On my birthday two months ago, it was raining heavily, and Jonathan hadn't come home yet.

As soon as Celia fell asleep, I got a call from Jonathan's number. But on the other end of the line, it was Margaret.

"Wendy, Mr. Holt is drunk, but he keeps calling your name. Please come and pick him up."

I left Celia at home and rushed to the restaurant in the heavy rain.

The moment I pushed the door open, a burst of laughter erupted from inside. Jonathan sat in the main seat, and he was not drunk at all.

He put his right hand on the back of Margaret's chair, making it look like he was holding her in his arms.

"Wendy, you're here so quickly. It seems that your wife cares about you very much, Mr. Holt!"

Margaret said so as she gave Jonathan a light and coquettish punch. Then, she stood up, walked to me, and smoothed the wet hair on my forehead.

She said, "Jon, although I'm curious about how strict she is with you, there's no need for you to call her over in such a hurry. Look at how heavy the rain is outside. She is soaked."

Everyone's eyes were fixed on me.

I left home in a hurry. Now, my pajamas were tightly stuck to my body because of the heavy rain.

In the bright and reflective wall, I saw that my messy hair was stuck to my scalp, and it was still dripping. I was in a mess.

Margaret was wearing high heels. Her hair was tied up meticulously, and even her makeup was new.

When Jonathan saw me, he frowned, and his eyes were full of disgust.

I stared at him and asked, "Do you want to go back now?"

Before Jonathan could say anything, Margaret poked me gently with her finger.

She said, "Wendy, come on, don't be so disappointing. It's just a game. Don't be angry with Jon.

"Why don't you sit down and have fun with us for a while?"

Seeing that Jonathan had no intention of getting up, I turned around and walked out.

Margaret followed me out, walking beside me with a smug and contemptuous expression.

"Wendy, you're only one year older than me. Why is your face so sallow? You even have wrinkles around your eyes.

"I'll recommend a set of skincare products to you later. They're very useful!"

Meanwhile, Jonathan came out in a hurry and complained to me as he walked.

"How can you let Celia stay at home alone? Now, the neighbors are complaining in the chat group that the child's crying is disturbing."

Hearing this, I immediately forgot about Margaret's sarcasm and hurried home.

Celia's face was full of tears, and her voice was hoarse. Her small body trembled as she hugged my neck tightly.

"Mom, I'm a good girl. Don't abandon me."

Celia's twin brother, Ivan Holt, was taken away by the Holt family long ago. Thus, Celia was always afraid that she would be taken away as well.

When I heard this, my heart ached.

He paced back and forth irritably.

Finally, he said to me, "Looks like you really don't know how to take care of a child. It's fortunate that my mom took Ivan away from you at that time! She can take care of him!"