On Valentine’s Day, I set up a candlelit dinner, eagerly waiting for my wife to return from work. At 9 PM, she texted me: “Something came up at work. Don’t wait for me.” Moments later, I stumbled upon a tweet from her secretary, Asher. “On a business trip with the boss lady on Valentine’s Day, and all the hotels are fully booked… How awkward…” The photo accompanying his tweet showed a woman in a bathrobe in front of a large window. The comments praised his luck, admiring the boss lady’s elegant figure and femininity. Asher only responded with a smirking emoji. So, the “something” that came up was her taking her male secretary out for a good time. I took a screenshot of his tweet and shared it on Instagram with a smiling emoji. In the blink of an eye, Adeline called, reprimanding me: “Asher was just joking. Why do you care so much? Why are you so petty?” I hung up and texted her back: “Let’s get a divorce.” At 2 AM, Adeline finally came home. As soon as she opened the door, we stared at each other, neither saying a word. Her eyes drifted to the candlelit dinner, yet she showed no guilt. Ins d, she snapped: “Just because I came home a bit late? What’s with that Instagram post? You’re always so passive-aggressive, it’s infuriating!” Seeing my silence, she tossed a tie at me. “Asher bought this for you. See how thoughtful he is? He said if you don’t accept his apology, he’ll delete his Twitter.” I looked at the old stains on the tie and chuckled. An old tie, probably one he wore himself. Asher surely knows how to push my buttons. Thinking I had calmed down, Adeline handed me the phone. “Asher is so considerate; aren’t you going to thank him?” I ignored her and continued watching TV. “Declan, are you deaf?” She pulled me up violently, throwing me off balance, and I fell to the floor. Unluckily, my waist hit the corner of the table. It hurt! The injury was from a fire seven years ago when I saved Adeline and was hit by a falling beam. I clutched my waist, trembling in pain. Adeline looked at me with a hint of guilt. “I’ll get the ointment.” I glanced at her retreating figure, wanting to stop her but held back. The medical report in the drawer had been there for three days. When the results came out, the doctor specifically advised me that it’s early-stage stomach cancer. The cure rate is still high if I stay positive, watch my diet, and take my medication. Next to the report were two tickets for a seven-day trip to Iceland. I planned to tell her on Valentine’s Day, hoping to relax before the surgery. Now, there’s no need. Adeline hurried back with the medical kit, searching quickly but then paused. “The ointment is gone, could it be…” She didn’t finish her sentence. I saw a flicker of guilt cross her face. I suddenly remembered Asher’s reply on Twitter to someone: “She’s so gentle. When I accidentally burned myself cooking, she immediately applied ointment for me.” If it weren’t for the recent events, I would’ve confronted Adeline about the imported ointment. Did she use it on Asher? But this time, I didn’t expose her. I smiled wryly. “Adeline, stop searching. I’ll go out and buy some.” She looked at me seriously. “How can you go out like this? Stay home. I’ll go…” Before she could finish, her phone rang. She glanced down and immediately answered it. “Asher, what’s up?” Asher’s voice came through, sounding aggrieved. “Ms. Chen, I’m feeling down and drinking at the bar. Some people caused trouble and hurt me. Can you take me to the hospital…” Adeline threw the medical kit on the sofa and stood up abruptly. “Asher, wait, I’m coming right away.” “Ms. Chen, thank you, but it’s best you don’t come. Declan would be upset. I’ll find a way myself!” “What right does he have to be upset!” After hanging up, she glanced at me curled up on the floor with disdain. She was about to rush out. “Adeline, wait!” I quickly called out to her. “Declan, can you stop making a fuss?” “How are you going to save someone without your phone and wallet?” I pointed to the sofa. Her phone and wallet lay quietly beside the medical kit. Adeline looked at the kit for a moment. “I’ll save Asher first and take you to the hospital when I get back.” With that, she rushed out.
Dawn arrived, but Adeline hadn’t returned. The pain intensified, and I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I called an ambulance. While waiting, I scrolled through Twitter and saw Asher’s new post. He talked about being a hero at the bar, getting injured protecting a girl from troublemakers. Adeline showed up, moved by him even so late at night. He included a photo of Adeline rfully tending to his wounds, with the caption “Love can conquer all.” One comment read: “With such a beautiful woman with you, how can you resist? Dude, is your orientation off?” Another echoed: “Yeah, if she came to me so late, it wouldn’t just be about tending wounds…” Asher posted a smug emoji, replying: “What’s the rush? She’ll be mine sooner or later!” … The ambulance arrived, and the medics lifted me onto a stretcher. While receiving an IV in the emergency room, I texted my friend, Nolan. “Nolan, I want a divorce.” After getting discharged, I rested at home for a few days. I thought things would quiet down until the phone kept ringing, waking me up. Exhausted, I answered the call, hearing Adeline’s cold voice. “I’m here to pick you up for dinner.” Before I could respond, she hung up. Wanting to keep things peaceful before the divorce, I got dressed and headed out. Seeing my weary face, Adeline suddenly remembered she forgot to buy me ointment. “The restaurant is near the hospital; I’ll take you there first.” “No need, it’s been days. It’s fine now.” She sighed in relief. “I thought so. It’s been seven years. If it hurts, it’s just in your head.” I laughed at myself: “Yeah, seven years.” Back then, I pushed Adeline out with all my strength, only to get pinned by a burning beam. Three ribs were broken, and my coccyx was cracked. Even now, a slight bump is unbearable. I never told her about the lingering pain, not wanting her to feel guilty. But after seven years together, if she loved me, wouldn’t she know if I was in pain? Adeline talked about that night as she drove. “I took Asher to the hospital. His injuries were pretty bad. I stayed with him, worried he’d feel bad at night. Don’t overthink it.” I stared coldly out the window. “I’m not overthinking. He’s your secretary. It’s right to stay with him.” Adeline seemed unsatisfied with my answer and slammed the brakes. My earphone fell under the seat. As I bent down to pick it up, I found men’s swim trunks hidden under the seat. A month ago, I would’ve gone crazy, waving them at her in fury. Now, I just smiled, picking them up and placing them on the back seat. Adeline looked uncomfortable. “Oh, those must be Asher’s. He must’ve accidentally left them after swimming.” I nodded, continuing to look out the window. During dinner, a couple at the next table kept staring. When I noticed, the girl came over. “Are you the female CEO from Asher’s Twitter? You’re so pretty in person!” Adeline glanced at her. “Do you need something?” The girl asked curiously, “Are you dating Asher?” Adeline looked at me, buried in my meal, and smiled at the girl: “Yes, I’m dating Asher.” I smiled at the girl, feeling a sharp pain in my stomach. The girl, puzzled, asked, “Then who is he?” Adeline blurted out, “Security.”
Before leaving, the girl told Adeline with some reluctance, “I’ll always support you two. You must get married!” After she saw them off, Adeline turned and offered me a spoonful of ice cream. “Honey, don’t worry about it. The video series ‘The Bossy Female CEO Falls for Me’ on Liam’s Twitter is really popular right now. It’s good for the company. You have no idea how happy Liam is. If I interfere, he’ll be upset.” I wasn’t interested in her explanation. “I don’t care. You don’t need to explain.” At that moment, the stabbing pain in my stomach grew worse. I clutched my stomach in agony, my face turning pale. On the way home, Adeline received a call from Liam. “Adeline, can you pick me up from the pool? I forgot to bring a change of clothes, and it’s awkward to get a ride. Please, please…” Unable to resist Liam’s request, Adeline smiled indulgently. “Okay, okay, I’m on my way.” After hanging up, she held my hand and kissed it. “Honey, let’s go pick up Liam together. That way, you won’t overthink things.” “Adeline, you can’t go; my stomach hurts a lot. You need to take me to the hospital! Hurry!” Her expression darkened upon hearing my words. “Declan, can you stop being so dramatic? I wanted to bring you along so you wouldn’t overthink, but I didn’t expect you to play the sympathy card.” “I’m not playing games. Take me to the hospital. I’m not joking; it really hurts!” “Stop pretending. It’s not convincing at all.” I was on the verge of fainting. “I have stomach cancer. It hurts so much now, so we have to go to the hospital!” Adeline didn’t believe me and glared at me in anger. “You usually act with me, but now you’re even using stomach cancer to deceive me?” “We’ve been married for four years. You’ve been fine. How could you suddenly have stomach cancer?” “Now that I have to pick up Liam, you’re suddenly in pain?” She grew more furious and slammed on the brakes. “Get out. Get out!” “Aren’t you in a hurry to the hospital? Hurry up and get out! Don’t waste my time picking up Liam!” “Fine, I’ll get out.” I was about to get out of the car when she grabbed me. “I really can’t be too nice to you, making you disobedient!” “Let’s divorce, Adeline.” She seemed shocked by my words. “Divorce?” I nodded. “Nolan has already prepared the divorce agreement for me.” She released me, staring in shock. “Declan, do you really want a divorce? You better think it over. No one would want a petty man like you except for me!” “I’ve thought it over. Goodbye.” As I was about to get out, she slammed the gas pedal. The sudden acceleration threw me out. Amid the screams of passersby, I lay in a pool of blood, and Adeline walked away without looking back. Blood spread beneath me, blooming like vibrant flowers of the afterlife, encircling me one after another.
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