After Loving Him For Ten Years, I Quit

Uriah came back at ten o'clock that night.

I just finished applying medicine to the wound and was ready to rest.

Wrapped in smoke and alcohol, he came in.

"Why haven't you rested yet?"

"I'll sleep now."

I poured myself a glass of water and took the oral medicine.

In the past, when he came home drunk, I would make him sobering tea and personally hand it to him.

Today, I wanted to take a break and rest.

Uriah looked at the empty coffee table and the cup in my hand, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

After staring at me for a while, he got up and poured himself a cup as well.

Warm water flowed down his throat, and his voice was filled with steam,

"Rachel, I was wrong today. Don't be angry.

I brought you chicken nuggets from the subway entrance downstairs."

Uriah was always like this, hurting me first and then trying to comfort me.

In the past, I would definitely comfort Uriah and say it was okay.

In the end, in the symbolic response from him, I forgot about the past and continued to pester Uriah.

Just thinking about it made me feel tired.

"It's your favorite flavor."

In his voice, there was an inexplicable certainty.

I glanced at the takeout box, and thirty percent of it was chili peppers.

Spicy flavor was what Millie liked.

It was what Millie left behind, because there was a bitten-off cucumber inside.

She was always like this, provocatively defying me.

But Uriah was tacitly approving, both openly and secretly.

Actually, I had told Uriah many times that I had a weak stomach and couldn't eat spicy food.

Chicken nuggets, what I liked was the lemon flavor.

It's appetizing and not too spicy.

I used to always pester Uriah to buy me some after work.

But he either forgot or brought back the wrong flavor.

After a while, I stopped asking.

It was really troublesome to bother someone who didn't have me in his heart.

There was really no need.

Besides, I didn't like lemon flavor anymore.

No, I didn't even like chicken nuggets anymore.

But Uriah didn't know, and he hadn't noticed.

I didn't have the energy to explain either.

With a faint 'oh', I was ready to go back to my room.

Uriah stopped me, looking a bit impatient.

"Rachel, the doctor said you need to rest."

"I know."

"But your heart is not at peace."

I smiled a bit speechlessly. It turned out he remembered.

When I was discharged during the day, the attending doctor repeatedly reminded him,

"Your wife's condition is more complicated, so she must rest at home. A calm mind is beneficial for wound recovery.

Also, avoid all spicy food and alcohol, especially alcohol, not even a drop."

At that time, Uriah was affectionately chatting with Millie on the phone, nodding perfunctorily at the doctor.

"Okay, I'll keep it in mind. I won't let her drink even a drop of alcohol or let her be restless.'

Seemingly,

Uriah remembered all the doctor's advice.

But as soon as he saw Millie, he forgot everything.

He even tried to prevent me from spoiling Millie' mood,

and made me drink Gordon's.

I remembered when I left the ward, the doctor praised me for finding a considerate and good husband.

But it was not true.

Regarding everything about me, Uriah had always been careless.

He didn't care from the bottom of his heart.

What he cared about was always Millie.

For Uriah,

I was just a garbage dump collecting Millie's waste.

But at this point, I didn't want to pick up trash at all.

I shrugged and pushed open the bedroom door, saying,

"You've got it wrong."

My heart was unusually calm,

really,

unprecedented calm.