Before leaving, my mother and I visited my father’s grave, where I placed a bottle of his favorite whiskey. This trip abroad was meant to help manage my mother’s condition, but upon my return, I planned to take her traveling across the country, allowing us to enjoy wherever the road led us.
Once everything was settled, I checked into a hotel near the hospital.
Three days later, in the early morning, Hudson called me. "Aubrey, why aren’t you home this late?"
"I just got back from a business trip, and I’m starving. I want some of those shredded pork noodles you make," he said.
I replied groggily, "I’m staying at a hotel. The wedding is soon, and it’s tradition for the bride and groom not to see each other before the ceremony. An old rule, you know."
“Check the fridge and make something for yourself,” I replied coolly.
“If that’s all, I’m hanging up,” Hudson said.
He murmured something else, but I hung up before he could finish. In the past, no matter how late he returned, if he said he was hungry, I would drag myself out of bed to prepare him a hot bowl of noodles. Too bad for him—he wouldn’t be getting that anymore.
The next morning, I picked up my phone and saw another Weibo update from Harper. It turned out Hudson had brought her back to our wedding suite the previous night. Harper had made him a bowl of crayfish noodles, and they shared noodles until their lips met in a kiss.
It was his way of showing me just how little I meant to him.
Hudson hadn’t called or messaged me in the last couple of days. He’d been too busy picking out wedding dresses for Harper and preparing souvenirs for the entire town, as well as writing invitations for her family.
It wasn’t until the night before the wedding that he finally sent me a message: “Wife, rest well tonight. Your husband will pick you up tomorrow.”
I simply replied, “OK.”
The next morning, my mother, accompanied by a medical team, and I boarded a plane to a foreign country. Throughout the journey, my phone buzzed non-stop.
Hudson had probably received the "gift" I sent him by then—and he was livid.
Just before I turned my phone off, a Facebook message popped up: “Aubrey, no matter where you hide, I will find you. Just wait.”