After I Stopped Loving Her, She Regretted

The next day, Amelia did indeed live up to her word and played the role of a devoted wife and mother.

I used to prepare three meals a day at home before.

Now, Amelia got up early in the morning and was busy in the kitchen, showing us two scrambled eggs that had been shaped like hearts.

On her delicate fingers, there was a very noticeable red blister.

Seeing me looking at her, she quickly put her hand under the table, looking embarrassed.

"Dear, am I really useless? I can't even scramble eggs well."

Amelia had been spoiled since childhood, and after marrying me, I didn't want her to be too tired.

Although I knew she was trying to please me, I still felt a little touched in my heart.

I got up and found the first-aid kit, disinfected her finger, and put on a bandage.

Amelia lowered her head. I couldn't see the expression on her face, but her voice was surprisingly soft.

"Darling, I will try to be a good wife. Grandpa used to say that you are the most loyal and yearn for a complete and warm family."

I grew up in a single-parent family, and my father ran away when I was young because of debts. I was very envious of others who had parents to accompany them, and I longed for a warm and complete family of my own.

"You don't have to force yourself to do things you're not good at or don't like. These are small things, I can do them or hire a maid to do them."

But she held my hand back, with a determined look on her face.

"Elijah, can you trust me one more time?

"We have lived together for so many years. In the past, you took care of me. Now it's my turn to take care of you, okay?"

I admitted that at that moment, I couldn't help but feel soft in my heart.

After all, she was the person I cherished for so many years. It was not easy to completely let go.

The shield that I had finally built up before collapsed at this moment.

And more importantly, I had promised Charles that I would take good care of his only granddaughter.

"Honey, haven't you wanted to go skiing in Switzerland?

"Why don't we go together? It can be a way to make up for the regret of not having a honeymoon."

I had rushed into marriage with Amelia.

But she had always pushed back the honeymoon trip, saying she didn't feel like going out to play.

Perhaps our dull life of seven years really needed some fresh stimulation and change.

I nodded and agreed.

She smiled and ran back to the house to pack her luggage and make travel plans.

Maybe it would be a new and different beginning, I secretly thought.

On the day of departure, we are at the airport waiting for the flight.

"Have you packed all the skiing equipment?

"And the camera, don't you want some nice photos? I especially learned a photography tutorial online."

I talked to myself for a while, but Amelia remained silent for a long time.

I turned to look at her in confusion.

But I found that she was staring at her phone in a daze, motionless.

"Amelia, what's wrong with you?"

I tentatively reached out and patted her.

She only came to her senses as if she had just woken up, raised her head, and let the tears roll down her cheeks like broken pearls.

The last time I saw her so sad and upset was when Grandpa Charles passed away.

"What's wrong with you? What happened?"

I crouched down nervously, holding her hand tightly and trying to give her spiritual comfort.

"Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, I'll be by your side."

She stared at me with wet eyes, crying intermittently.

"Shawn..."