Missed and Regret

Married for marriage, I prepared lunches in various styles for Shawn every day.

Last Friday, I overheard him complaining to his assistant. He said that the food I made was awful and that it was what happened when someone married the wrong woman.

Thinking about this, I calmly said, "I didn't prepare lunch today."

Shawn looked at me incredulously and asked a foolish question, "Why didn't you prepare? You know I only eat the lunch you make."

Emily interjected sarcastically, "Shawn, you must have upset Janet. Otherwise, how could she bear to let you go hungry?"

Shawn's face darkened momentarily. Then he suddenly asked what I wanted to eat and instructed his assistant to order takeout.

"No need, just order what Emily likes. I'll grab something from a restaurant near the office," I replied, turning to leave.

Shawn hastily grabbed his suit jacket and insisted on coming with me.

In the end, I had to dine with them.

Throughout the meal, Shawn and Emily kept chatting.

They had grown up together, discussing people and things I knew nothing about.

I had tried to join in.

But every time I spoke, Shawn would grow impatient.

At first, he criticized me for not being able to keep up with the conversation.

Later, as I became more cautious and silent, he accused me of acting aloof and deliberately ignoring his friends.

Since everything I did was wrong, I chose to remain silent and focus solely on tasting the food.

After eating my fill, I went to the restroom. When I returned, Emily had already left.

"Janet, you had quite an appetite today," Shawn said.

After paying the bill, Shawn stood up, smiling as he glanced at my bulging belly.

I reached out and plucked a false eyelash stuck to his left cheek.

I never wore false eyelashes.

Shawn realized it and panicked a little.

"Don't misunderstand, Emily got something in her eye just now, so I had to get close to help her," he explained, furrowing his brow.

I hummed and started walking ahead.

Shawn stood frozen for a while, then hurried to catch up with me.

As we neared the office building, I said without looking back, "I'll go in first. You can return to the office in a few minutes."

Except for Shawn's assistant, no one in the entire company knew I was Shawn's wife.

Actually, the company policy didn't prohibit office romance.

It was just that when Shawn and I first started dating, he found it troublesome to make it public.

Over time, even if we bumped into each other at work, we silently pretended not to know each other.

That evening, Shawn left work on time, bringing back flowers and a brand bag.

Expecting praise, he was surprised when I handed him a divorce agreement.

"Let's get divorced," I said.

The flowers fell to the ground as Shawn picked up the agreement and flipped through a few pages.

His expression barely changed, but his grip on the papers tightened.

"You're playing this one seriously, printing out a divorce agreement," he said.

He threw the papers at me, sat down on the couch, and undid two buttons of his shirt with a sneer.

Bending down, I picked up the divorce agreement.

I remained composed. "This time, I'm serious."

... Shawn scoffed, "When weren't you serious? It's a divorce agreement this time. Are you planning to hire actors and bring the courtroom home next time?"