Love's Sorrow in the Shadows of Yesterday

"Come on, don't say mean things. I'll take you to the hospital."

Walter looked at the bloodstain on the corner of my eye with concern.

Ignoring my weak body, he forcefully pulled me out of bed.

Pretending to be a caring husband, he insisted on taking me to the hospital.

I was dazed and didn't have time to put on a coat.

The temperature in the car was too low, so I hugged the teddy bear in my arms.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that my favorite teddy bear had two exaggerated false eyelashes stuck on it.

It was a blatant provocation.

Walter noticed my oddity.

"The last time I picked up Ruby, she said the doll was cute and stuck them on randomly. She's just a little girl, don't mind her. I'll buy you a new one tomorrow."

The teddy bear was bought for me by my late grandmother.

I gently wiped its face and didn't want to say anything more.

At this moment, Ruby's call came in.

"Is the old woman asleep yet? Don't bother with her. Come and drink with us. Henry and Jason are here too."

Walter looked at me awkwardly and said, "She's beside me."

"Then invite the hick... Coral to come over too," Ruby said.

Looking at the location Ruby sent, Walter quickly turned the car around.

"I don't want to go. I want to go home!"

"Drink" brought back embarrassing memories for me.

That was the first time I met Walter's friends.

I was meticulously dressed up but was ridiculed.

They knew I couldn't handle alcohol, yet they deliberately took turns persuading me to drink.

Then they took pictures of my various strange behaviors when I was drunk and posted them on the internet.

While Walter was driving Ruby home, he left me alone at a bar, drunk.

When I woke up, I was surrounded by a group of men with malicious intent.

Although the manager came to my rescue, the sense of fear still gives me chills when I think about it.

However, Walter had long forgotten about the incident.

"Can't you be less selfish? What's wrong with me hanging out with my old friends? I've never interfered with your social freedom."

"Then put me down and I'll go home myself."

Dazed and confused, all I wanted was to rest.

I simply didn't have the energy to argue with Walter.

"No way! Not giving my friend a face is not giving me a face, and you have to go today!"

His stubbornness flared up again.

Seeing my angry expression, he quickly added, "Come on, go say hello and we'll leave. Don't make me unhappy again."

By the time we arrived at the destination, it was already past 2 am.

Ruby gave Walter a warm hug as soon as she saw him.

Then she looked me up and down and said, "Coral's got such an arrogant attitude. I'm wondering if she's still mad at me.

"Women are so petty. Walter and I have been friends for years. If we wanted to do something, could it have been your turn to marry him?"

Saying this, a group of people warmly invited Walter to sit down.

There were four seats, and I was the only one standing.

"Oh, we've been friends since we were kids, and we're used to it. There's no extra seat..."

Ruby looked around and smiled at me.

"Why don't you go home first? After all, we're talking about things you can't understand."

They were four childhood friends who had grown up together.

Ruby, the youngest, was the apple of their eye.

In the years when I deeply loved Walter, I tried my best to accept his friends and fit into his life.

However, at every gathering, Ruby would always start reminiscing.

She would mock my background and talk about things I couldn't join in, leaving me aside.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Henry stood up to give me his seat.

"Coral, please sit."

Looking at Henry, I suddenly remembered.

He had asked Walter more than once.

"Coral is no match for Ruby, how did you marry her?"

How did Walter answer?

He said, "I was in a fight with Ruby at the time, and I was impulsive.

"I've regretted it ever since, but I also felt bad for her, as she's chased me for so many years."

Thinking about this, I sighed lightly.

"Forget it, let's get a divorce. The position will be enough."

There was no third position in a two-person marriage.

Walter looked at me in shock as he heard this.

I had never embarrassed him in front of his friends before our marriage.

Usually, even if he drank late into the night, I would still pick him up without complaint.

But now, I didn't want to continue humiliating myself for him anymore.