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The rain fell heavily as Su Man complained about the weather and urged me to hurry downstairs.
"We agreed it was just a dinner, not a blind date," I frowned at the mirror, my fingers hovering over the zipper, hesitating for a few seconds before finally pulling up my coat.
She laughed on the other end of the line, "It's just a casual gathering; don't overthink it. Besides, the guy is quite good-looking and has a decent temperament. It's not like you're getting married; it's just to see a bit of the outside world."
Su Man was my high school classmate, and after I married Cheng Jingyi, we lost touch. Fortunately, she was still willing to recognize me and take me in.
When I mentioned Cheng Jingyi, I sometimes couldn't help but tremble. She held me gently and said, "Being able to talk about it means you're starting to desensitize, right?"
We met at a barbecue restaurant in Old Town, the sound of rain dripping from the eaves mixed with the smell of grease. I sat in a corner sipping my drink, listening to others casually discuss trivial matters of life.
The guy was indeed polite, speaking coherently without trying too hard to impress anyone. I only smiled softly in response, occasionally looking up to acknowledge him, but more often than not, I kept my head down tearing paper napkins.
This was my first time sitting across from another man at a dining table since leaving Cheng Jingyi. I thought I would feel discomfort or resistance, but surprisingly, I felt calm.
It wasn't because I was smitten. It was because I no longer had to think before every sentence, "Will he be upset if I say this?"
Meanwhile, across the street, the windshield wipers of a black Maybach swept back and forth over the puddles. Cheng Jingyi sat inside the car, his gaze fixed intently on that rain shelter.
Through the mist of rain and glass, he saw you sitting face-to-face with another man, your laughter light and carefree. That kind of smile was so unfamiliar that it startled him.
It wasn't sweet or obedient or trying to please. It was the freedom you could possess all on your own. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, his lips trembling yet unable to utter a single word.
When I returned home, my clothes were already half wet. Just as I was about to change, my phone lit up.
"You looked so happy in front of that man."
The sender was still that Unknown Number. He saw it. He had always been watching. I had anticipated that he would monitor me, but I never expected him to be so vigilant.
Later, I learned that he sat in his car for four hours that night and broke the glass in his study when he got home. Another week passed, and he frantically sent me messages, wrote emails, and even enlisted acquaintances to contact a Shareholder at my current company.
"Are you punishing me?" he asked.
"Did you deliberately let me see that scene?"
"You've changed."
I didn’t reply. I knew he wasn’t genuinely jealous. He had finally realized that I was no longer afraid of him. It wasn’t escape; it was surrender. What he lost was not just an obedient wife but also the power to control my life.
I sat by the window in my office, watching the city's rain gradually subside. Su Man walked in and handed me a cup of hot tea.
"You let him see it on purpose, didn’t you?"
I didn’t deny it; I just smiled.
"You’ve really moved on."
I nodded slightly.
This time, it was real.
I had just finished my shower and was about to turn off the lights to go to bed when the doorbell rang.
I thought it might be a delivery that had gone wrong, so I didn’t think much of it and looked through the peephole.
Cheng Jingyi was standing outside.
He wasn’t dressed as impeccably as usual. His hair was tousled, his suit jacket draped over his arm, and one side of his shirt was untucked, as if he had just escaped from a drinking party but hadn’t really gone anywhere at all.
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