The One Who Loved Me Till the End was Not You

I didn't go home. Instead, I went to eat a big plate of spicy spaghetti that I had long wanted to eat.

Because Rodney didn't like spicy food, I hadn't eaten it for a long time.

As the spicy spaghetti entered my stomach, I gradually felt a sense of satisfaction.

It turned out that I could also be happy when I was alone.

After finishing my spaghetti, I went home to wash up. I felt so relaxed that I didn't even realize when I fell asleep.

But in the middle of the night, I was awakened by some rustling sound.

I knew it was Rodney, but I didn't care. I only wanted to sleep now.

In a half-dream and half-awake state, I heard him calling me cautiously, "Cordelia?"

I ignored it because I really didn't care.

The next day, I got up early and went to work on my own, feeling that everything around me was beautiful. Even the sky was bluer than usual.

I put all my energy into work. My colleagues joked with me at noon, asking, "Why are you so happy today? Something good happened?"

I held the cup and asked back in confusion, "Why do you ask so?"

She explained, "You look somehow different today. I always felt that you were impatient before. But today, you seem to have calmed down completely."

I explained with a smile, "I was stuck in a dead end before. But I have thought something through and have broken free from it now."

I was always anxious before because I had been with Rodney for five years, yet we still hadn't gotten married. And my parents had been urging me to get married.

Meanwhile, I often quarreled with Rodney. That was where my impatience came from.

Now, when I thought of it, I felt like I was really stupid before. How could I let a man affect me that much?

After all, I knew that a man might betray me, but my money earned from work would never do.

After work, I didn't call Rodney. Instead, I directly went to the supermarket to buy the food I liked.

After finishing the housework, I half lay on the sofa and watched TV shows, relaxed.

Rodney returned home early, which was quite unusual.

Seeing that I ignored him, he took the initiative to walk up to me and ask me, "Why didn't you make me dinner?"

I lazily half lay on the sofa and casually replied, "I thought you were eating outside, so I didn't make any for you."

Rodney walked up to my front and explained in a low voice, "I know you're angry, but I really didn't mean it yesterday."

I moved my head, continued watching TV, and casually replied, "Hmm. I believe you."

Seeing this, he angrily turned off the TV and spoke sternly, "Are you even listening? I'm seriously explaining it to you."

I sat up straight, composed myself, smiled at Rodney, and sincerely said to him, "I'm really not angry. I believe that you didn't mean it."

But my words only made him even angrier, and he strode back to the bedroom in a rage. But I calmly turned on the TV and continued watching it.

In the past, when I didn't believe his explanation, he would be unhappy. And now, I said I believed him, yet he was still unsatisfied.

Did he want me to cry and make a scene like before, with a distorted face and hysterical behavior?

I was not a madwoman, okay?

After getting washed, I got into bed. But just then, Rodney leaned over and slowly put his hand on my waist.

I turned over, shook off his hand, turned my back to him, and said, "Go to sleep early. We both have to go to work tomorrow."

He asked sullenly, "Will you make breakfast for me tomorrow morning?"

I pretended to be asleep and didn't reply. After a while, I heard him sigh.

The next morning, Rodney woke up before me, which was rare.

When I walked out of the bedroom, I saw milk and bread on the table. Rodney said to me gently, "Have some."

But I shook my head and said, "I'll be late for work. You may enjoy them yourself." With that, I went to the door.

Rodney hurriedly caught up with me with the bread and handed it to me, saying, "Then take this. Put it in your bag."

"Okay." I took the bread and stuffed it into my bag in a hurry. Then, I rushed to the company.