I Left Him and His Pleas Mean Nothing

That night, I drank a lot of wine.

Over the years, I'd taken great care of my body.

Gabriel, a renowned doctor, emphasized healthy eating in his daily life.

I regarded every word he said to me as the truth and followed it strictly, fearing any slip-up.

He warned me that alcohol could damage my nerves.

From that day on, I abstained from drinking.

He also said spicy food was bad for me, as it would leave a strong taste in my mouth.

I loved spicy food since childhood. But I had grown accustomed to the sweet flavors.

The next day, I was late due to a hangover.

Seeing that I reeked of alcohol, Gabriel fanned his hands in disgust as if he smelled something unpleasant.

He blamed me, "I know that you like to act recklessly when I'm not around.

"Don't you know what day it is? How dare you drink so much? If you cause delays, I'll make you regret it!"

I looked at him, dazed, feeling like a familiar stranger.

"Stop staring and get the ID card," he urged impatiently, also apologizing to Jasmin in the distance.

I asked, "Aren't you going to ask why I was drinking?

"Don't you want to know why I called you yesterday?"

Gabriel paused, then quickly replied.

"Hanah, can you skip the theatrics and stop stalling?

"Jasmin's grandmother is dying, and I need to fulfill her wishes. I have to prepare the wedding venue, and it's all very time-consuming. Can't you show some compassion?"

His words triggered a flood of emotions, and I yelled at Gabriel, tears streaming down my face.

"You only care about Jasmin and her grandmother, but I'm dying too."

"At least she has her family. I only have you."

Gabriel stared at me, seemingly recognizing me for the first time.

"Hanah, I didn't expect this from you. Are you threatening me with death to stop me?"

"I know very well of your condition. Stop talking about death and just go die!"

His words hit me like lightning, and I nearly collapsed on the stairs.

Fortunately, I grabbed the railing in time, and I slowly fell from the railing to the ground.

Seeing this, Gabriel lost his patience and snatched my bag, searching.

"Where's your ID card? The marriage certificate?"

"Hanah, just tell me where they are! Can't you see Jasmin is waiting?"

Suddenly, Gabriel fell silent, making strange sounds.

I looked up to see the birthday card I had prepared for him yesterday, forgotten in my bag.

He stared at me in disbelief.

He asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

I replied, "I would have, but did you listen?

"I said it all. Did you believe me?"

I glared at Gabriel and grabbed my bag from him, only to realize I had taken the wrong one in my rush that morning.

I explained, "I took the wrong bag. Wait here. I'll go home to get it."

Gabriel seemed stunned, still processing the shock, his eyes vacant.

As I turned to leave, a tearful voice called out.

"Even if you can't let go of Gabriel, you don't have to resort to such underhanded tactics."