On my seventh Christmas married to Isaac Johnson, his first love, Rosalie Graham, came back. Rosalie was a famous actress. She stood at our doorstep in tears, completely soaked from the rain. “Isaac, I had a fight with him. I have nowhere else to go…” The usually gentle and refined Isaac smashed a glass for the first time. “I’m going to confront him right now!” Even my seven-year-old son, Todd Johnson, dropped his toys and rushed over. “Rosalie, don’t cry. I’ll marry you when I grow up!” While they were both eagerly trying to cheer her up, I was stranded at the supermarket entrance during a sudden downpour, and none of them answered my calls. Just then, a taxi slowly pulled up in front of me. “Ma’am, where would you like to go?” I looked down at the shopping bags in my hand, then glanced at my bank balance on my phone—I only had five hundred dollars left. So I asked, “How far can I get with five hundred dollars?” ***** “Five hundred dollars? That’s enough to get you to another state.” The driver turned to look at me. “Would you like to go to Chicago?” I nodded. Honestly, I felt like anywhere would do. The driver glanced at me again. I was wearing casual clothes and carrying a large bag with three ice cream containers visible inside. “If you’re going to Chicago, three hundred dollars will be enough. Do you have any other luggage? I can help you with it.” I quickly interrupted him: “No, just this. Let’s go now.” The driver didn’t ask anything else. As soon as I got in, we departed. “It’ll take us five hours to reach Chicago. Hold on tight.” I nodded slightly and looked down at my shopping bag. The ice cream pressed against my calf through the plastic bag, making me shiver from the cold. I suddenly felt my decision was too impulsive. Since last night, Todd had been telling me he wanted chocolate ice cream. Before I left home today, Isaac specifically told me: “Rosalie and I want some too. With you and Todd, that makes four—so buy four.” When I hurriedly arrived at the supermarket, the owner told me there were only three containers left. I didn’t know how to divide three ice creams among four people. It was too difficult, so I decided to just run away. As I was thinking, my stomach suddenly growled. I took out the only edible ice cream and scooped a spoonful. “Have you forgotten again that you can’t eat cold things on an empty stomach?” For a moment, I thought I saw Isaac standing in front of me, looking down with a helpless sigh. My hand trembled, and I almost dropped the ice cream. Defiantly, I dug out a huge spoonful and stuffed it into my mouth. “Did you have a fight with your husband, so you’re running away from home?” the driver asked, watching me through the rearview mirror, trying to make conversation. Isaac has a gentle personality. For the seven Christmases we’ve been married, we’ve always treated each other with respect. I shook my head. “We didn’t fight. We’re getting divorced.” The driver immediately became interested. “What happened? Did he cheat on you?” I was stunned, thinking: “What did happen? Was it because Isaac acted as Rosalie’s bodyguard at the airport two weeks ago? Was it because Todd gave her a handmade bracelet the day before yesterday? Or was it because of the three ice creams that put me in a difficult position today?” Actually, none of these were the real reason. Looking at the passing night scenery outside the window, I suddenly came to my senses. “It was because of a sandwich. This morning’s sandwich was particularly salty, and I suddenly felt that this kind of life was meaningless.” The driver looked incredulous. “Just because of that?” I nodded and calmly replied, “Just that.”
A week ago on a rainy night, my doorbell suddenly rang. Rosalie stood outside, completely soaked, like a rose wilted by the downpour. “Isaac, I have nowhere else to go.” That night, Isaac was working the night shift at the hospital, swamped with patients in the emergency room. The recent bad weather had caused numerous traffic accidents, and patients were being brought in one after another. He didn’t even have time to eat the dinner I’d brought him. Only today did he finally relax a bit and take me to see a doctor after I’d been running a high fever for three days. I sat beside him with an IV drip when a nurse pushed open the door and teased, “Well, do you still get sick even with Dr. Johnson by your side?” Isaac was writing medical records with his head down. Hearing this, he smiled helplessly. “Todd was being playful the other day and insisted on dragging her out in the rain, so she caught a fever.” Just then, Todd’s distinctive ringtone sounded urgently. Isaac had barely answered when Todd shouted, “Dad! A beautiful woman came to our house looking for you. She says her name is Rosalie!” At the sound of that name, Isaac’s hand suddenly froze, causing ink to immediately spread across the medical record. Todd was still urging him on the other end of the call. Isaac practically jumped out of his chair and rushed out. The nurse and I exchanged awkward glances in the examination room, and I didn’t know whether to leave or stay. Not long after, Isaac hurried back with an umbrella. He hadn’t returned because he remembered I was still awkwardly waiting in the exam room, but because he suddenly recalled that I had the house keys. “I’m sorry, Nicole. I forgot in my rush.” He was out of breath, but he didn’t forget to give me an umbrella to shield me from the wind and rain. Being good to Rosalie had long been Isaac’s habit. “I’m sorry, Isaac.” Rosalie was drying her wet hair with the towel Isaac had given her. “Charlie and I had a fight. I really don’t know where I could have gone if not for you.” “Thank goodness you came here!” The usually gentle Isaac raised his voice for the first time. “You’re already three months pregnant, yet you’re out in the rain. Why don’t you take better care of yourself? “What’s wrong with Charlie? I need to talk to him!” Todd bounced around Rosalie, his eyes wide with excitement. “Rosalie, you’re so pretty! You smell so nice!” Rosalie smiled and patted his head, saying, “You look just like Isaac, so now I’ll have two Isaacs keeping me company.” Todd was even more delighted to hear this. He happily said, “When I grow up, I want to marry you and be good to you for life!” Rosalie couldn’t help but laugh, looking up at Isaac. “Look at your son! He has good taste just like you.” Isaac smiled without responding, then slowly walked over to me. Then, he lowered his voice and said, “She’s physically weak and pregnant, so she needs to eat healthy for now. But she needs nutrition, so make sure we have plenty of eggs and meat.” I nodded silently, feeling dejected inside. “How many days should I prepare food for her?” “What do you mean by that? You’re a mother too. Can’t you be more understanding of her situation?” I pouted, feeling even more wronged. He’d forgotten I was still running a fever. Isaac sighed, pulled me into his arms, and comforted me, “Go make dinner for now. In a couple of days, I’ll have Charlie take Rosalie back, okay?” Seeing I was still upset, he kissed my cheek. “Your birthday is coming up in a few days. Todd bought some craft supplies; he says he wants to surprise you.” I turned to look at Todd and couldn’t help but smile. “Did he use his allowance? He’s always trying to get a few extra dollars from me.” “What’s allowance compared to his mom’s birthday? Of course that’s most important. But don’t ask what it is—I promised him I’d keep it a secret.” I blinked and happily said, “I promise.” Actually, I’d already seen it. The other day, Todd’s door wasn’t completely closed, and as I passed by, I glimpsed him sitting on the floor, carefully stringing together a bracelet.
Charlie received a filming notice for a new movie, requiring him to focus entirely on shooting for a month. During this time, no one could disturb him unless it was extremely important—even the news of Rosalie’s pregnancy didn’t qualify as significant in his eyes. “Nicole, just hang in there for a few more days, okay?” I just nodded reluctantly. I had no choice but to endure. Perhaps I was being oversensitive, but I had a nagging feeling that Rosalie wasn’t friendly toward me. Although on the surface she seemed respectful, offering to help when I cooked, and even being the first to express delight after I finished cooking, praising my culinary skills. “Nicole, you’re so talented at cooking. No wonder Isaac and Todd love you so much!” After hearing this, both Isaac and Todd thought she was genuinely complimenting me. But then one day, Todd, who had always loved my cooking the most, suddenly threw his plate down. “I don’t want to eat Mom’s food, I want pizza!” Looking at the scattered pieces on the floor, I couldn’t help but scold him: “Why are you being so picky? Healthy eating is important! Who taught you to throw plates to rebel against me?” Todd didn’t feel he’d done anything wrong. Instead, he lifted his head and stared at me defiantly, his eyes full of dissatisfaction. At that moment, Rosalie walked over, put her arm around Todd’s shoulders, and said softly, “Nicole, please don’t be so harsh with Todd. It’s normal for him to want something different occasionally—it won’t affect his health.” Todd immediately backed her up loudly: “That’s right! Mom, you don’t understand me at all. Why are you my mom? I want Rosalie to be my mom!” I froze, unable to process what I’d just heard. Even Isaac, who had just come out of the kitchen carrying dishes, was stunned, then silently turned away. I lowered my head and cried quietly. When I was pregnant with Todd, I had severe morning sickness, vomiting and having diarrhea all day. I became extremely thin—even in late pregnancy, my belly still looked small. Isaac was so worried about me that he got a vasectomy before I even gave birth, saying that having Todd was enough for us. Since then, whenever Todd misbehaved, Isaac would seriously tell him: “Don’t make your mom angry. She suffered greatly to bring you into this world.” Back then, Todd would always lie gently on my stomach and quietly apologize to me. The next day was my birthday. I specially prepared a table full of Isaac’s favorite dishes, along with the pizza Todd had been craving. The noon sunlight poured into the house, making me feel warm. I sat quietly at the dining table waiting for them to return. Then, I suddenly shivered. When I opened my eyes, the house was completely dark. At that moment, Isaac turned on the lights. I saw Rosalie holding Todd’s hand, and on her wrist was the bracelet Todd had made himself. Seeing the table full of food and my surprised expression, Isaac hurriedly explained that they had only gone out for a walk, but Rosalie was having such a good time that they didn’t want to spoil her fun, so they forgot to come back. Isaac said he hadn’t intentionally forgotten my birthday, and that Todd’s bracelet wasn’t meant for Rosalie. “Quick, give the bracelet back to Mom,” Isaac said. But Todd instead gripped Rosalie’s hand tighter and loudly objected: “I meant to give it to Rosalie! She’s so good to me!” “Mom won’t even let me eat pizza. She’s so mean!” Isaac sternly reprimanded Todd, telling him to apologize to me. In contrast, Rosalie gently told Isaac not to blame Todd. The three of them went back and forth, making me feel like an outsider. I lowered my head, looked at the pizza on the table, and without hesitation grabbed it and threw it into the trash. All three of them stared at me, completely stunned. Isaac cautiously asked, “Nicole?” Todd was dumbfounded. “Mom, was that pizza?” For the first time, I didn’t want to acknowledge them. I turned around and dumped all the food into the garbage as well. I had completely lost my appetite for dinner. I went back to my room, locked the door, and wouldn’t let anyone in. Early the next morning, I only made a sandwich for myself. Perhaps I was too distraught from crying, as I put too much salt on the bacon. I took a few bites, couldn’t stand it anymore, and cried as I threw up all the food. I had completely lost my appetite. I also didn’t want to live with them anymore.
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