His Love Is Unworthy

Today was Saturday, and I didn't have work.

I stayed with my grandma until the evening when Bruce came.

Learning that my grandma had been in critical condition for two hours, Bruce pulled me out of the ward and yelled at me.

"Jane, Grandma's condition is so serious. Why didn't you tell me?"

His attitude was righteous as if he was questioning me.

"I couldn't even get through to you. How could I tell you?"

I slapped him with all my strength.

"Besides, do you care about it? You only have Flora in your heart!"

I had never been so angry before, let alone hit him.

During the seven years I was with him, I always remembered his goodness and tried to be as gentle and tolerant as possible.

Even though he was at fault first, I would blame everything on myself.

But this time, he touched my bottom line, and I couldn't control my emotions at all.

We were on the staircase, which was some distance away from my grandma's ward.

I vented the anger that I had been holding back. "You drove the car away, and there were no taxis at that time. It was raining heavily, and my grandma almost died!"

Bruce was stunned after being slapped by me.

He couldn't believe that I would do this to him.

Without realizing his mistake, he said, "Jane, what's wrong with you? I didn't expect this to happen. Flora wanted to jump off the building because of breaking up, and I just went to comfort her."

After speaking, he walked away with a sullen face.

I didn't chase after him to keep him.

I wondered, "Do I want to get married to him and live like this for the rest of my life?"

Our boss had been very concerned about the architectural design project recently.

Departments 1 and 2 were competing in following up on the project.

As the team manager of Department 1, I couldn't take leave.

Bruce ran a small bar and was usually free.

But I didn't ask him to take care of my grandmother. Instead, I hired a nurse.

The meeting lasted until eleven o'clock in the evening, and then I rushed to the hospital.

Grandma didn't sleep but was waiting for me.

She asked me if I had had a fight with Bruce and advised me to say something nice to him. She said that we were about to get married, that I shouldn't quarrel with Bruce because of her, and that a couple should accommodate each other.

My grandmother was concerned about my marriage. She had always had a good impression of Bruce, so she was afraid that we would break up.

"Grandma, I'll take care of it. Just have a good rest and don't think too much."

After that, I continued to work and came to visit my grandmother in the evening.

For half a month, I hadn't returned home or called Bruce.

In the past, if we had a conflict, within an hour, I would calm down, reflect on myself, and take the initiative to apologize to him.

But after what happened between him and Flora, I hesitated.

At night, I would still think of the good things Bruce had done for me over the years.

However, I knew he treated me well because Flora didn't come to him.

I didn't go back home after my grandma was discharged from the hospital but went to her house every day to take care of her.

"Jane, the doctor said that I'm recovering well. You should go back and stay with Bruce.

"Bruce is a good boy. He often comes to see me during the day, but he doesn't let me tell you. He likes to keep everything to himself.

"I don't know what's wrong with you lately. I'm worried. No matter what, you two are together for seven years."

My grandma noticed something and was worried that we would break up.

After all, when my parents divorced, my grandma and I were the ones who were hurt the most.

Therefore, my grandma didn't want us to break up.

Her words touched me deeply.

I recalled the past.

Bruce and I met on the first day of our freshman year.

He was very handsome, and many girls pursued him.

But he only loved Flora, who grew up with him.

However, Flora announced her relationship with Adam Colvin, a wealthy young man. The two of them were a perfect match that many people envied.

Therefore, I was able to get close to Bruce with my outstanding performance. I cared about him and often stayed with him.

Finally, one day, Bruce asked me if I wanted to be with him.

I was so excited that I cried with joy and nodded.

Since then, Bruce would often accompany me to the library and the cafeteria, and ask me to watch movies.

When I was sick, he would stay by my side and take care of me attentively.

He remembered our anniversaries and my birthday clearly and would prepare surprises for me.

Every Valentine's Day, he would place roses in the shape of the words "I love you" downstairs in my dormitory and sing love songs for me, which was very romantic.

I remembered all the goodness about Bruce.

Later, when he wanted to open a bar and was opposed by his family, I immediately used my savings to support him.

His parents looked down on my background and disliked me. They openly told me that they wouldn't let me spend a penny of their family and even made things difficult for me.

I accepted all of this because I loved Bruce, and he was the one I would live with.

I firmly believed that as long as we loved each other, we could solve all the problems.

Afraid that my grandmother would know about my grievances, I kept it a secret and worked hard, getting promoted and buying my car and house.

But I couldn't accept the fact that Bruce didn't keep distance from Flora.

This was my bottom line.

The night my grandma was in critical condition, I was very heartbroken.

But under my grandma's persuasion, I didn't want to make her worry, so I went back.

I slept in the guest room.

Bruce knocked on my door and said, "Jane, is Grandma feeling better?"

This was the first time he spoke to me in more than 20 days since our fight in the hospital.

In the past, I was always the one who took the initiative to speak to him, but this time it seemed that he compromised.

But I didn't respond to him.

I had been working very hard recently and had no time to deal with emotional matters, so I just went to sleep.