Love Is Regret, It's Also You

Matt and I had been married for three years.

This time, it was our first meeting.

In the past, I always heard her name from others.

Even her photos were accidentally seen on Matt's phone.

But I had to admit she was really beautiful.

She also had the cheerfulness and confidence that I didn't have.

I smiled faintly.

I didn't say anything.

Matt glanced at me and walked towards her. Every move was a tenderness that I had never seen before. "Rose, pick some if you like. I will tell the owner of the flowers later. Be careful not to get pricked."

His voice was gentle to her.

completely different from that to me.

This was the attitude one should have towards someone they liked.

But I couldn't ask for it.

I looked at Rose enviously, but didn't notice the occasional glances from Matt.

Rose smiled happily at his words, "I know. I'm not a child anymore.'

Her gaze swept over me, raising her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of provocation.

She pretended to be generous and said, "You should talk to Vanessa. I'll wait for you outside."

Matt nodded slightly.

After she left, the tenderness on his face disappeared as well.

Instead,

he had that cold and frosty attitude again.

"I will stay here for a while, and you better go back tomorrow."

That was not my home.

The Charles family, except for Matt's recently deceased grandfather, no one liked me.

This was my only way out.

And the only place I could stay.

I looked at him and said with a stiff face, "Can you let me stay for a while longer? I will leave soon."

"Vanessa!" His tone became heavier, as if he was very dissatisfied with my excuse. "There are people at home taking care of you every step of the way. What are you unhappy about? Why do you have to suffer here?"