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In the moment I turned around, I seemed to catch a glimpse of a complex emotion flickering in Shi Ann's eyes. Was it guilt? Pity? Or perhaps… heartache? I didn’t know, nor did I want to know.
“Shi Ann, brother,” Song Wan’s delicate voice interrupted my thoughts, “I’m a bit tired.” She leaned into Shi Ann’s embrace, weakly complaining about the fatigue of the journey.
Shi Ann gently stroked Song Wan’s back and softly reassured her, “Then I’ll take you back to the hotel to rest.” He looked down at Song Wan in his arms, his gaze so tender it could almost melt.
I gripped the handrail tightly, my knuckles turning white. Quickening my pace, I nearly fled up the stairs to the second floor.
Reaching the bedroom door, I almost pushed it open. With a click, as the door locked behind me, I leaned weakly against the door panel, tears streaming down my face.
Once the sounds from downstairs faded away, I slowly got up and walked to the bed. From the drawer of the nightstand, I took out a document. It was a draft of the divorce agreement. The stark black and white text was painfully glaring.
My hands trembled as I held the pen and signed my name at the end—Lin Jingshu. The elegant script seemed to penetrate through the paper, as if it drained all my strength.
I didn’t know how long it had been when darkness completely enveloped the outside world. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
“Jing Shu, it’s me. Can you open the door?” Shi Ann’s tone was somewhat cheerful.
After seven years of marriage, he had always maintained an unruffled demeanor and rarely spoke to me in such a gentle manner. Even during our arguments, he could calmly watch me lose my mind and break down. Once I managed to calm myself down and regain composure, he would add with a smirk, “Don’t always throw tantrums. You know I won’t pamper you.”
Back then, filled with youthful arrogance and having witnessed his countless acts of indulgence and tenderness towards Song Wan, how could I resist causing a scene?
But after seven years of marriage, even though I was once the pampered young lady of the Lin family, all my personality had been worn down.
Hearing his rare soft words at that moment, I endured the stomach pain and struggled to get up and open the door.
Seeing my face as usual, without any signs of anger, he approached me as he always did, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my shoulder.
However, the lingering scent of the cold gardenia perfume on him made me feel nauseous.
I pushed him away without showing any emotion and asked softly, "Why are you back?"
Shi Ann straightened my body, forcing me to meet his gaze. His long lashes cast shadows over eyes that seemed filled with deep affection. "Of course, I'm back to accompany my wife."
If it were in the past, I would have drowned in the starlit depths of his eyes, filled with sweetness and fantasizing that one day he would completely love me and be mine.
But now, I only felt that he wanted to give me a sweet date. Like a sympathetic puppy wagging its tail, it would be content with a bone and would come to you for affection.
I pretended to shyly scold him with a glance, allowing him to kiss my face.
After a night of intimacy, he quickly fell asleep with his back to me.
The intense pain in my body kept me wide awake.
I got up quietly and went to the bathroom, immersing myself completely in the bathtub, scrubbing at the marks he had left on me.
Until my skin turned red and seemed to bleed, I felt as if I couldn’t feel the fiery pain anymore. After tidying myself up, I stepped out.
Lying on the cold bed in the guest room, I finally felt a sense of relief but soon succumbed to waves of drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, birds were chirping outside, and sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains into the room, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
I slowly opened my eyes and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was nearly noon.
Ignoring the dull pain in my stomach, I struggled to get up and took a pill from the drawer.
Downstairs, Shi Ann was busy in the kitchen.
When he saw me, he immediately stopped what he was doing and asked with an air of grievance, "Jing Shu, why did you sleep in the guest room last night?"
I maintained a calm expression and replied, "I couldn't sleep at night; I tossed and turned and didn't want to wake you."
It turned out that lying was such an easy thing to do; if I had learned it earlier, perhaps these years wouldn’t have been so hard for me.
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