When Love Disappears in A Flash!

He would send Margaret home in person rather than speak a word to me.

We weren't like this at the beginning.

We were sweet and loved each other at that time.

But when we were about to have sex at night, Amanda would start clamoring to go to the bathroom like an alarm clock.

Over time, his interest waned.

I was becoming more and more like a free maid in his family.

I also resisted and suggested finding a caregiver or nanny to take care of Amanda.

But he always rejected me with a lot of excuses.

"Arlene, it's not easy for my mother to raise me alone. We are husband and wife, so you should bear the burden and fulfill my filial duty for me. When the company is listed and goes on the right track, I will come back and take care of mom with you."

At that time, Charles still recognized my efforts.

But later, he just took it for granted.

I once protested.

"You live a carefree life as a full-time housewife, can you please stop doing that and make me less worried?"

Amanda often complained.

"You two have been married for so many years. Why haven't you been pregnant yet? I saw other families almost have second children."

I couldn't be pregnant all by myself.

"Arlene..."

I heard Amanda's voice.

I raised my dizzy head and sat up reflexively.

Amanda was lying on the bed, bossing me around.

"I want to eat lobsters."

Charles came back just as lunch was ready.

Margaret came here with him.

Charles felt awkward for a moment.

He touched his nose.

"Margaret said she wanted to visit mom. How did you get back last night?"

He called her first name in a very intimate way.

I didn't want to endure it anymore.

"Where did you go last night? Did you sleep with her?"

Charles lowered his voice guiltily.

"Why do you have to be so mean? She was drunk, I was just taking care of her."

"Well, were there only you and her in the world? Why did you, a married man, have to take care of her alone?!"

Amanda laughed with satisfaction.

I had forgotten how long it had been since I last heard her laugh.

She was always impatient and scolding when facing me.

"You are so busy with work, but you still care about an old lady like me. How thoughtful! She is a rare good girl. I wonder which boy will marry her in the future."

Margaret chatted with Amanda in a low voice. From a distance, they looked like mother and daughter.

I knew why Amanda wanted to eat lobsters and other cuisines for lunch; it was all because Charles and Margaret would have lunch here.

Before I could even start eating, Amanda asked me to shell the lobster for her.

While eating, she looked outside with a smile on her face.

She was satisfied with the woman as Charles' next wife.

"Charles, this lobster is so greasy. Can you help me shell it?"

Charles was a little hesitant.

"I don't know how. Usually Arlene shells it for me. How about I call her over and do it for you?"

"Oh, then that's fine. I just want you to help me."

Margaret's voice was tender and sweet.

"How about I learn it now and shell it for you?"

"You are the best, Charles!"

They were so close to each other as if no one was around.

I found that Charles could shell the lobster himself. He just didn't think I deserved his care.

"Arlene, come and change my pants!"

Although I was sad and angry, I helped Amanda change her diaper out of habit.

Passing by the living room, I happened to see Margaret pointing at the lobsters with a picky look on her face.

"Why didn't you clean the lobsters first? It's so gross. I don't want to eat it anymore."