After Loving Him For Ten Years, I Quit

Lying in bed,

I opened my phone and saw Millie's Instagram post.

[Thanks for your favor. May I have joy and you forever.]

A photo was also posted.

In the photo, Millie was holding Uriah's hand and making a heart gesture, which was very cheesy.

I also noticed that the wedding ring on Uriah's ring finger was taken off.

There was no need to guess who took it.

Millie openly declared her love, and I didn't believe Uriah couldn't see it at all.

But once again, he silently acquiesced.

I liked Millie's post and commented:

[Happy birthday. Your wish will come true soon. ]

Then I silently took off the wedding ring on my ring finger and put it on the bedside table.

The wound was so painful that I curled up and trembled, with cold sweat on my forehead.

I had to turn off my phone to sleep.

Just as I closed my phone, the bedroom door was opened.

Uriah, wrapped in a towel, with water droplets still on his body, rushed to me impatiently and scolded me,

"What do you mean, Rachel?

I've already said that I'm just friends with Millie.

It's her birthday today, and she just wanted to take a photo. Can you stop being jealous?"

I admitted that there was some lust when I pursued Uriah in the beginning.

Because he was the captain of the basketball team from high school to college, and his figure was famously good.

However, he looked too unapproachable.

Just like now, the cold air he emitted made the temperature in the whole room suddenly drop.

I didn't know if it was cold or if the wound hurt.

I tremble even more while huddled under the quilt.

I covered my head with the quilt and turned over.

"Whatever you think of me."

Anyway, it didn't matter anymore.

Suddenly, I remembered the day of our second wedding anniversary a year ago.

I booked a popular restaurant six months in advance.

In order to take photos, I even bought a camera and taught myself photography.

I even planned the poses to capture our best features.

But as soon as I took out the camera, Uriah's eyes turned cold.

""Rachel, I don't like taking photos.

"But today is our wedding anniversary."

I put my palms together and made a pleading gesture.

"Please, just one picture, okay?"

Uriah remained silent.

Until I finished the commemorative meal in the sweet laughter of couples around me, he remained silent.

Since then, I never mentioned taking a group photo again.

Just because Uriah didn't like it, I was also afraid of making him unhappy.

The photos that I had imagined had not been taken yet.

I lifted the quilt and glanced at the dusty camera on the shelf.

It took me a while to realize that Uriah didn't hate taking photos.

But the one he wanted to take pictures with, was not me.

I didn't know when Uriah left the bedroom.

I got up, wiped the dust off the camera, and then put it in the suitcase.

Sometimes, I felt awkward.

Why did photography have to be done by two people?

Clearly, a solo shot was more relaxing.

I didn't have to force him to do something unpleasant.

In the end, only I suffered.