She threw everything out from the luggage and looked at me. Her eyes were filled with fury.
“Ben, I know you’re jealous and angry.
“But I’ve told you many times that you’re the only one I love.
“I’m just putting up an act with him. I never really had feelings for him.”
Lily tried to stay calm and softened her tone.
If it had been in the past, I would have believed her.
I would hold on to her promise and an uncertain future.
Instead, I only felt weary.
My mother was very ill, and she only wanted to see me find my happiness with my own family before she passed.
Even though she was lying in her hospital ward with machines sustaining her life, she was still patiently waiting for me until her eyes lost focus and she lost her ability to speak.
She still could not see me getting married.
Her breaths grew more shallow with the days passed.
I could only try to put her mind at ease before she left.
I voluntarily went on a blind date and got engaged with a woman whom I had only met once.
I had materialized the future Lily had promised me.
The only difference was that she was no longer in it.
She thought that I had given in when I did not speak.
She turned around and walked toward the kitchen.
“We haven’t had a meal together in a while. I’ll make dinner tonight!
“Let’s have a good meal!”
I did not say a word as I silently watched her cook.
I had never cooked before, and my mother was once worried about it.
She was worried that I would not be able to get a wife, and I would not be able to take good care of myself.
However, Lily was different.
She voluntarily cooked and did all the house chores.
Even though she was extremely tired after work, she would still do all the house chores.
She never once blamed me for my pickiness in food.
Instead, she read up all the recipes and learned how to cook different cuisines.
However, everything changed when she met David.
She no longer cared about me. She only thought about him.
My food allergies became a burden.
Even though I clearly stated that I was allergic to seafood and refused to eat it, she would still flip the table over David’s dissatisfaction.
“Get out if you’re not willing to eat!
“David finally found his appetite. Why are you making things so difficult for him?”
Since then, she rarely came home.
She would spend most of her time at David’s place to take care of him instead.
As for me, I learned how to cook, and I learned how to spend my time alone.
Slowly, I no longer needed her.
She had just finished making dinner when David suddenly slammed the door open.
He strode toward me angrily and slapped me.
“Ben! How shameless are you?
“You said you wished us the best, but you’re scheming to get Lily home!
“I’m going to kill you!”
He raised his hand again to slap me.
I stopped him before he could hurt me, and I returned the slap.
“Not everyone is like you. I don’t like trash.”
David’s scream echoed in the house.
Lily immediately rushed forward. She looked very concerned.
She still held her hot spatula.
“Ben, are you crazy?”
She impulsively threw her spatula at me.
Like many times in the past, she was trying to avenge David.
When the hot spatula hit my skin, it immediately scorched my skin.
I felt an indescribable pain from the burnt area. I almost could not breathe.
Lily was stunned.
“Ben…”
She walked toward me dumbfoundedly and extended her hands.
I slapped them away.
