My depression relapsed. And just as she wished, I couldn't control myself and destroyed everything at home, and had a big fight with Vincent.
I was in pain and despair, desperately hoping someone would help me. But my closest and most beloved husband, with his indifference, pushed me deeper into the abyss.
I covered my empty heart and watched Vincent take out his cell phone and went through my chat history with him. The last message was a week ago. I reminded him to go home early because I had a surprise for him.
But the surprise had died with me.
Vincent put down his phone, feeling discomfort in his heart.
During the week-long business trip, Vincent took Sharon with him, and they were inseparable.
Even at the dinner table, customers joked that Vincent was blessed to have a virtuous wife and a very close girlfriend.
He smiled without saying anything, and even posted the photo with Sharon on Ins.
His inappropriate behavior made my sad.
Vincent was a workaholic. There was nothing personal on his Instagram except for work. This was the first time that he had posted a photo of himself and his secretary on it. That was something even I didn't get.
As expected, his move had no small impact.
Many of his friends liked it and left comments.
Some clients who didn't know much about his marital status even blessed them as a couple.
Not only that, after finishing his business, he also took Sharon to visit local scenic spots and eat many local specialties.
Every time he went to a place, he would post it on his Ins. In just one week, he posted more than ten photos.
Until the eve of the end of his business trip, he looked through the likes and comments under the photos one by one.
Among the text, there was not a single word from me.
He checked it several times without giving up, but the result was the same. He finally got so angry that he threw his phone on the table.
I stood beside him, smiling bitterly in silence.
It was no use. Even if I wanted to make a big fuss, a dead person couldn't do it.
After pacing back and forth in the room for a few times, he picked up his phone again, found my contact information, and typed. [Are you aware of your fault?]
He thought that, as before, the extension of time could smooth out our conflicts, and we could continue to play the love couple in peace.
He always compromised in unreasonable and self-righteous ways.