After Loving Him For Ten Years, I Quit

Perhaps he thought my comments were sarcastic, Uriah slept in the guest room last night.

I started sneezing as soon as I got up, and the pain from the unhealed wound was tearing.

When I pushed open the bedroom door, I realized that Millie had come at some point.

Uriah was cooking noodles for Millie in the kitchen and explained to me subconsciously after seeing me.

"Millie's house was burglarized last night. It's not safe for her to stay at home alone, so I brought her over to stay here for a while."

At first, I didn't pay attention to Uriah's words. All my attention was on that bowl of noodles.

Because it had been a long, long time, so long that I almost couldn't remember the past.

Uriah once promised me that he would only cook noodles for me in this lifetime.

There were dumplings, and wontons in the fridge, so many breakfast options.

But Uriah chose noodles.

I stared at it for a long time before I realized what Uriah's words meant.

Last night, Uriah didn't go to the guest room. He went to pick up Millie.

He also let Millie stay at our house.

"Uriah, this is our house.:

From selecting the location, buying it, to designing, decorating, and moving in, I had carefully arranged everything.

It was filled with everything I had put in over the past two years.

Every corner had my dreams and plans for our little family in the future.

Before, no matter how biased Uriah was, I wouldn't overly care.

After all, Millie hadn't stepped into our private domain yet.

But this time, he really crossed my bottom line.

Seeing Uriah busy in the kitchen for another woman, my heart was like slowly put into an ice cellar.

I sneezed heavily, and the wound felt as if it had been torn open.

Covering the wound, I trembled and said,

"I disagree."

However, Uriah paid no attention to my words and coldly served Millie a bowl of sweet dumplings, saying,

"I am not seeking your opinion."

So, he was informing me again.

Uriah had done such things without consulting me before.

Before, he didn't discuss with me and moved to Millie' place for two weeks.

Just because Millie twisted her foot at a party, Uriah said he wanted to take care of her.

I came home from work and found the living room in a mess before I realized it.

At first, I thought there was a thief in my house, so I hid in the bathroom and called Uriah with a dagger.

"Uriah, it seems like there's a burglar in our house. I'm hiding in the bathroom right now, and I don't know if the burglar has left yet. What should I do?"

Uriah's tone was very disdainful and impatient.

"Call 911 if there's a thief. I can't make it back in time now."

So I instinctively asked, "Uriah, where are you?"

“I'm at Millie's home. She twisted her foot at the party yesterday, so I moved here to take care of her for two days.”

He spoke lightly and casually.

As soon as the conversation ended, he hung up the phone.