Ten Years of Love, Only Regrets Remain

Two hours later, Giselle called and asked me to pick her up.

When I arrived, she was drunk, sitting by a table full of leftovers.

Seeing me, she struggled to get up and pressed me down on the chair. She said, "Lemuel, are you hungry? I specially ordered your favorite spicy crab."

I picked up a fork and dug around, only to find that, apart from the side dishes, there was only half a crab left.

I silently dumped all the food into the trash can, took out the divorce agreement from my bag, and placed it in front of Giselle.

I said, "Giselle, please take some time to complete the divorce procedures."

Maybe my cold attitude irritated her. After a few seconds of hesitation, she picked up the agreement and tore it to pieces. Then she threw the shredded paper in my face, shaking with anger.

Giselle asked, "Lemuel, is it really that serious? It's just a joke. If you keep harping on it, you'll be in big trouble."

I got up and left quietly.

Some things were meaningless if one made it clear.

Last month, Giselle hung out with her friends all night. When she came back, I found a condom in her coat pocket. But we hadn't had sex for a month.

At that moment, I realized that Giselle, whom I had loved for ten years, had betrayed me. I didn't get angry at that time because she was pregnant and I wanted to give her and the baby another chance.

But now, there was no need.

Half an hour later, Giselle knocked on my room door.

As soon as I opened the door, she jumped into my arms. Before I could react, she stuffed a gift box into my hand.

She said, "Lemuel, this is a wedding anniversary gift. I picked it with great care. Open it and see if you like it."

I just took a look at the box and threw it on the table because I saw the same watch in Coyle's post tonight.

He said he didn't like the color and was going to exchange it for a different style.

Not thoughtful enough, my wife planned to give me the gift that others didn't like.

Giselle was not angry at all about my indifference but smiled gently instead. She stood on tiptoes and kissed me on the lips, asking, "Don't you like it? Then I'll go with you to pick another gift tomorrow."

"No need," as I answered, I pushed her away and handed her the new agreement.

Then I asked again, "When can you go back to complete the formalities?"

Giselle crumpled the thin paper into a ball and frowned slightly, "Stop it. You know if a pregnant woman gets angry..."

I tried my best to hold back my tears and smiled a little sadly, "It's okay. Don't lie to me anymore. The baby has gone."