After I Stopped Loving Her, She Regretted

The next morning, when Amelia got up, I had just finished my last bite of breakfast.

She yawned and sat across from me, bossing me around.

"I don't want milk today, I want coffee."

"Okay, whatever!"

Seeing that I was sitting there motionless, she opened her sleepy eyes.

"Go get it for me right away!"

I picked up my cup and stood up, indifferently.

"Want to drink? Make it yourself. I'm done."

Since we got married, all the household chores have been my responsibility.

I knew everything she liked, including her clothing combinations.

I used to spoil her and never talked to her in this tone.

Amelia was a bit surprised and uncomfortable, blocking my way.

"Are you still angry about last night's game?

"I broke up with him a long time ago, it's no big deal. How can a man like you be so petty?"

I laughed at her.

"Petty? If I find another woman, hold her, and kiss her for ten minutes in front of you, don't you think it's no big deal?"

"You dare!"

Without realizing it, she finally understood.

"Dear, dear, don't treat me like this. It's my fault."

She twisted and leaned towards me, pouting and patting my arm.

I had always been soft-hearted and not hard-nosed. In the past, when she made some minor mistakes that were not too outrageous, I would forgive her.

But now, for some reason, the places she touched made me feel particularly repulsive and nauseous.

I pushed her away and slapped the place she had touched.

"Amelia, I've drafted the divorce agreement. Sign your name, and you'll be free," I said.

She took the divorce agreement from my hand and immediately widened her eyes in innocence and anger.

"Elijah, are you serious?"

"Yes!"

Amelia thought I was still angry about yesterday's incident, but it was not the case.

Before the class reunion, I discovered her secret, a secret she had kept for many years.

A few days ago, while tidying up the room, I accidentally knocked over Amelia's makeup case, and inside was a delicate USB stick.

The style of the USB stick suggested that it had been around for a long time.

For some reason, I plugged it into my computer and saw her hidden diary.

"Without him, everyone is a compromise."

"If it's not you by my side, it doesn't make a difference who it is to me."

"I still can't forget him, and I will secretly go to see him on my birthday every year."

"I have a secret, about him, and also about me. If we ever meet again, I will tell him in person."

"Nowadays, my marriage is like a cup of plain water, dull and uninteresting."

"He's back, and I'm actually a little excited. What should I do?"

The entire diary is filled with Amelia's love and longing for Shawn.

I used to think that our seven-year relationship was a loving and harmonious one, but it was actually a painful compromise for her.

I was a university student supported by Amelia's grandfather, secretly admiring her beauty and charm.

But she and Shawn were lovers, they loved each other passionately on campus.

After graduation, they naturally got engaged and married, but Shawn went missing on their wedding day.

The proud and stubborn Miss Amelia couldn't bear the blow, so in a fit of anger, she dragged me onto the stage.

"Elijah, do you want to marry me?"

This was an unexpected surprise to me, something I never dreamed of.

Of course, I was willing, but I was worried that she was just being impulsive, so I advised her to think carefully.

But she stubbornly looked at me, with red eyes and a stubbornly raised head.

"If you don't agree, I'll find someone else. I have to get married today."

I shamefully compromised.

I thought that as long as I was sincere to her, I could eventually soften her heart, make her forget about Shawn, and live with me wholeheartedly.

However, seven years had passed, and we even had a four-year-old child, but her heart was still a hard stone.

After reading this diary, I felt a mixture of nervousness, fear, and unease in my heart.

I, who had never smoked, sat up all night, with cigarette butts all over the floor.

The next day, she went shopping with great enthusiasm, trying on one outfit after another.

It was at a class reunion that I learned that Shawn had returned, and she had dressed up in her best to please him.

So at the party, she ignored the gaze of others and hugged him tightly.

After all, it was a reunion after seven years.

But I, a lowly thief.