Since You Don’t Love Me, Don’t Waste My Time

I smoked three packs of cigarettes in a day, and my throat was dry as I coughed.

When I returned to the bedroom, Miley had already laid down after making a phone call.

As soon as I sat by the bed, she came close to me, looking more passionate than before.

"Please do me a favor, honey."

I agreed subconsciously.

"I have something to do at home tomorrow. Can you go out for a day?"

I was well aware of what she wanted to do and asked tactfully.

"It's Sunday tomorrow. Where should I go?"

Miley played with her fingers.

"My friend and the manager of our company want to visit our house."

I turned to look at her.

"What? You want to keep our relationship a secret?"

Seeing that she was trying to come up with an excuse, I felt impatient and agreed directly.

"Got it."

She hugged me excitedly and kissed me several times. I wiped the place where she had kissed quickly.

Seeing what I did, she was a little stunned.

"What happened to you?"

I turned around and lay down.

"I'm sleepy."

Miley grabbed my arm and fell asleep.

My mind was filled with images of them kissing passionately in the car.

Early the next morning, I didn't even have time to eat breakfast before I was asked to go out by Miley.

I was depressed, so I had some coffee in the cafe downstairs, one cup after another.

In the afternoon, I thought it was time for Marshall to leave, so I decided to go home.

The boss of the cafe stopped me.

"Mr. Hatfield, your coffee is packed. Don't forget to take it."

Seeing that I was stunned, he confirmed the phone number and name on it.

I had no choice but to take the coffee. Perhaps it was ordered by Miley.

When I got home, I realized that I didn't bring my keys, so I pressed the doorbell.

The person who opened the door was Miley, but she was not going to let me in.

She looked embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

The person inside the door asked her.

"Miley, who is it?"

Miley answered.

"It's for coffee."

At that moment, I was so disappointed.

She snatched the coffee from my hand and looked flustered.

The man in the room walked out. When he saw me, he paused for a moment before he turned around and kissed Miley gently.

"It's hot today. Thank you for the takeout."

Miley pushed the man slightly and slammed the door shut.

My hand was still at the door, and she almost broke my finger.

I rubbed my pale fingers and went back to the cafe until it was late at night.

Only then did Miley ask me to return.

"I've prepared food for you, honey. Come and eat."

The food looked like leftovers. I felt it was ridiculous and was even more disgusted.

Seeing that I didn't move, Miley explained guiltily.

"During the day, that's... I'm not..."

I stopped her from explaining further.

"I understand. You had no choice."

She nodded hurriedly.

I asked her casually.

"Is that our manager?"

She nodded slightly and craned her neck to look at my expression.

"Do you mind? We're just colleagues. He's just my leader. Don't misunderstand me."

I sneered in my heart but didn't show it on my face.

If I hadn't seen the two of them that day, I would have believed her.

When I got back to the bedroom, I found all the photos at home had been put away, and my clothes and supplies had been stuffed into the cabinet.

There was no trace of me living in the house.

There was a faint smell in the room, which didn't disappear even when the window was open.

The bed sheets were wrinkled, and there was still some half-dry liquid.

I opened the drawer, and as expected, there was one condom missing.

By this time, I was totally disappointed, and there was no hope for me to expect.

We had been married for five years, but I hadn't even said a harsh word to Miley.

I gave her all my salary and did all the housework.

I didn't dare to take her to see my parents, for fear that she couldn't stand the grievance.

When she was competing for the chief secretary, I found many people to vote for her.

I liked children, but Miley had never wanted them, so I respect her choice. I hoped that I could serve her well as soon as possible and make her happy. Maybe one day, she would be willing to give birth to a cute daughter like her so that my parents would accept her.

While she was showering, I went to the balcony to smoke again. I recalled the intimacy between them and the fact that she called me the delivery man.

I slapped myself and felt that if I didn't expose her, I would be just a coward.

After taking a shower, Miley changed into a set of sexy clothes.

In the past, when I bought it for her and asked her to put it on, she always refused it, saying she was a conservative woman. But today, she took the initiative to wear it.

She showed off her charms and was extremely tempting. In a trance, I felt as if what happened these past few days was just my imagination.