Love is Like the Wind, Love is Gone Without a Trace

Claudine scowled at me and unconsciously shielded Edgar behind me.

"My beloved Archie, Edgar will be staying in the master bedroom. Your belongings have nowhere to be put. Just put them in this pile first.”

I laughed out of rage.

Treating me like a participant in the act was unnecessary.

Helplessly, I shook my head and gathered my belongings to carry to the main bedroom.

"He can’t stay there, he can go to the guest bedroom."

Claudine stopped me before I had taken two steps.

"Sundries are everywhere in the guest bedroom. Cleaning things up will take some time. Besides, he can only dwell in a well-lit room because of his bad health. Allow him to use your main bedroom for a few days first and you may sleep in the study for the next few days.”

I stared at the woman in front of me in shock at the matter-of-fact tone. Having been married to me for six years and having once knelt before my parents and vowed to love me forever, this person had constantly improved my memory.

The home included three bedrooms.

Two guest bedrooms and a master suite.

During the past two months since I began getting ready for IVF, Claudine took the initiative to relocate to the guest bedroom since she was worried that it might interfere with my sleep. The other room was filled with random objects and had been empty for a while.

I couldn't help but scowl as I glanced at the mound of personal stuff next to the entrance.

"You've got time to organize my belongings, but you don't have time to tidy the guest bedroom? Why did you bring someone home to reside in the guest bedroom, Claudine, when you knew it wasn't cleaned? He could live at a hotel, right? How could you allow your own spouse to sleep in the study?

Claudine stood behind Edgar like a guardian angel, keeping him safe.

She scowled when she saw my anger and said, "The hotel is unhygienic, Edgar has been weak since he was a child and he can't get used to sleeping in a strange place. Edgar has been raised with me since he was a little boy, Archie. You are aware of his weakness and illness. But don’t worry, he'll just be here for a few days. I know I've offended you lately; otherwise, you may sleep in the guest bedroom while I sleep in the study."

Claudine seemed grave, believing that her approach was the most rational and just one.

However, I didn't anticipate being so devastated by her.

I scoffed at Edgar, who appeared naive.

"You can become accustomed to sleeping in my bed, but you can't get used to staying at an unfamiliar hotel? I was surprised to learn how much Mr. Grant enjoyed stealing other people's belongings. I'll give it to you since you enjoy it."

I called the moving company and dumped everything down.

Edgar ripped a corner of my clothing to apologize while acting as though he had been mistreated.

"I’m sorry, Archie. When I moved in, I didn't think you would be so upset. It is all my fault. I'm going to move out now.” Edgar didn't mean to go when he stated this. He had a really irate face. "Claudine, please don't let me ruin your marriage to your spouse. I was naive this time and assumed he wouldn't mind because we were close friends. I'm to blame. You should coax Archie..."

Claudine's expression was troubled as she gazed at the thoughtful Edgar.

The more he lowered his posture, the more distressed Claudine was.

"You don't have to move out. It's just a master bedroom. I still have the last word.”

Claudine gave me a chilly look when she said that.

"I own this house, Archie and I get to decide who lives in it. Shouldn't Edgar be allowed to remain for a few more days? Why are you making such a fuss about something that isn't that important?"

I gave her a blank stare. She did purchase this house, but she neglected to mention that I had a home before this one.