His Confession When I Stopped Loving Him

After saying “hmm”, I turned around and went into the guest bedroom without looking back.

After coming out of the shower, my mother just called.

“Sabrina, it’s good that you can figure it out. Your father and I are old and we only have you as a daughter. You have refused to come to reunite with us for the sake of that guy, Fred. You don’t know how much your father and I miss you. It would be fine if he was nice to you, but after ten years, he still wastes your lukewarm love, which shows that he is not sincere to you at all. Since you have made up your mind to come to us this time, how about setting the wedding date in ten days?”

Hearing my mother’s words, my hand wiping my hair paused.

In the past, when I heard my mother’s advice like this, I would always firmly refute her and tell her that Fred loved me.

But this time, there was only silence.

“Let’s postpone the wedding date to half a month later. I want to celebrate Aunt Mandy’s birthday before leaving. You can decide the rest.”

Just after hanging up the phone, the sound of the door closing came from the door.

Fred strode to my side, holding the “small seafood in sauce” he bought on the way.

He put the things on the table, frowned and came to look at my phone. “What wedding date? I told you many times that we are still young and I don’t want to get married so early.”

I turned off the phone screen, looked at his panic and said calmly, “It was a cousin from my dad’s side who notified me to attend the wedding.”

Hearing this, Fred stopped struggling.

He opened the food on the table and when he mentioned Ellen, he smiled unconsciously. “I have settled Ellen in the hotel. The little girl saw that you were unhappy, so she bought food and asked me to bring it back to apologize to you. She usually doesn’t buy it to eat. Try it.”

Looking at the shrimps and clams overflowing with red oil, I didn’t move my chopsticks.

Fred’s eyebrows flashed with displeasure. “Sabrina, stop it. It’s not good for everyone to continue like this.”

I smiled. “After ten years together, don’t you know that I am allergic to seafood?”

After that, I turned around and went back to the room.

Fred followed me and hesitated.

In the past, he would remember the date of my period, remember that I would have a headache on rainy days and remember every meaningful holiday for us.

Not to mention, when he first found out that I was allergic to seafood, he held my hand and cried silently in front of my bed all night out of guilt.

It was not that he had forgotten it now, but Ellen liked to eat seafood and it just happened to occupy his heart.

He just got confused.

I didn’t look at him, raised my hand and put the ointment prescribed by the doctor on the bedside table one by one.

When he saw the scar on my back, the guilt in his eyes became even worse.

He picked up the ointment I put on the table and was about to come over to apply the ointment to me.

I was about to refuse.

His phone rang at the right time.

I was so close that I could clearly hear Ellen’s panicked sobs.

“Fred, there’s been people knocking on the door. Could this hotel be a black shop? I’m so scared. I heard that some criminal gangs specifically target single girls like me. Can you come and stay with me?”

Hearing this, Fred clenched his phone tightly.

“Don’t be afraid. Turn on all the lights in the room first and then put chairs and other things in front of the door. Don’t open the door. I’ll come to you now.”