The Last Straw

My gaze didn't so much as flicker away from the screen. "I forgot."

Steven came up and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, shaking a pack of food in front of me almost proudly. "You haven't eaten either, huh? Well, Jenny told me to bring you something to eat!

"You're always so mean to Jenny, but she's always been nice to you in return! You embarrassed her in front of her relatives, but she still remembered to bring you food. You'd better apologize to her later when she and her family arrive, and be a good hostess!"

I glanced at the words 'Jemma's Kitchen' printed on the packaging, and moved my body away from Steven.

"It's fine. I've already eaten."

Besides, I didn't eat leftovers.

Just an hour ago, Jenny flaunted how she was eating dinner with Steven on social media. "Woah, I almost died in that accident! Steven and I are having dinner to recover from the shock!"

The location? Jemma's Kitchen, of course.

Steven didn't seem to hear what I said and started to lay out the food in front of me.

You're sulking because I left you by the road today, right? Well, I didn't have a choice!

"Come on, I know you haven't eaten. Let me feed you! After we eat, we can clean up the nursery together, since Jenny's brother will be staying there.

I refused to eat, and in the process, I accidentally knocked over the soup.

The hot liquid splashed onto his suit, and he immediately slammed the bowl onto the table, the soup spilling onto the couch and the carpet. Furious, he swept all the food into the trash.

"Throwing a tantrum, huh? Fine! Don't eat then!"

I stood up silently, not betraying any emotion. "We spent so much time setting up the baby's room together. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Still angry, Steven stormed into the nursery. He grabbed the rocking chair we had bought and smashed it to the ground, before throwing the toys into the rubbish bin. Then, he fixed me with a glare so furious it could kill. "Well, what's the point of keeping it? It's not like you can have a baby anyway!"

I wasn't born like this, though.

I still remember the boy who bravely jumped into the water and saved me after I had been bullied and forced to soak in the freezing river for three hours.

I still remember how, when he proposed, he told me that he didn't care about my injuries. That I was the only baby he needed in his life.

When I wanted a baby, he was willing to set up a baby room with me.

Now, I watched as he smashed everything in the nursery to pieces, not doing anything to stop him.

Then, I turned and walked into the guest room.