The day my family went bankrupt, my fiancée married the man she loved. I, Wyatt Anderson, didn’t say a thing. I simply married Ava Anderson, the woman who confessed her love to me and helped me through the tough times. After we married, I took care of her for seven years while she was paralyzed from the waist down. Then, on the day she stood up, I overheard her and her best friend, Olivia Carter, speaking in Lapine. “Ava, are you really going to spend your whole life with him? What if Dylan Montgomery gets hurt again?” Ava, peeling shrimp for our daughter, answered slowly, “Of course not! Dylan is special, and Wyatt’s not. How could I bear to make Dylan sad?” “I’m just like Mommy. I like handsome Uncle Dylan, but I hate ugly Daddy,” our daughter added in Lapine. What they didn’t know was that I understood Lapine. The fake love she had served me, I’d never take another look. Ava gently touched our daughter Sydney’s forehead, clearly pleased, and instinctively praised her in Lapine. “Sydney’s so well-behaved. Uncle Dylan and I are glad to hear that. “When you’re older, Uncle Dylan and I will have a pretty little sister for you. Then, you will have a companion at school.” Sydney clapped her hands excitedly, answering in clumsy Lapine. “Yay, that’s awesome! “I like Uncle Dylan and Mommy the most, and I like the pretty little sister Mommy’s going to have. If only we didn’t have this scary, mean Daddy. I don’t like him at all. He annoys me.” I froze, shocked. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Ava must have noticed my stare because she smiled and helped me with some lettuce, speaking gently, “Baby, what’s wrong?” I shook my head, my heart aching so much it felt like it was being torn apart. A suffocating feeling spread through my body. Ava must have forgotten that I was the first one to learn Lapine in this family. She must also have forgotten that I never eat lettuce. My expression darkened. Noticing my silence, Ava became nervous and unsure. She gently took my hand. “Baby, why do you look so upset all of a sudden?” I pulled my hand away and smiled awkwardly, trying to keep the facade up. “It’s nothing. I just can’t believe you forgot that I don’t like lettuce,” I said, pretending to act cute. “By the way, what were you saying just now? Speaking in Lapine?” Ava froze for a moment, clearly guilty, not daring to look at me. “Oh, it was nothing. It’s just that Olivia is jealous of how good our relationship is.” She quickly came up with an excuse and tried to shift the attention away. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll remember from now on, and I won’t let you eat lettuce again. “You’re the best, and you should only have sweet things, never anything bitter.” She continued to comfort me in a soft voice while picking out the lettuce from my plate. Our daughter rolled her eyes at me and huffed, “Humph, so dramatic. It’s just lettuce. It’s not going to kill you. “You’re a man, and you’re still picky? How embarrassing.” Ava, who had been gentle just moments ago, immediately turned serious and scolded our daughter. “Sydney, don’t speak to your father like that! Apologize right now!” Our daughter reluctantly stuck out her tongue and mumbled, “Sorry!” Even Olivia, unable to stand it any longer, made a comment. “Alright, we get it. You two have a great relationship. No need to keep showing off. Why are you scolding the kid?” Ava shot her a proud look. “Ha, you’re just jealous that I have such a handsome, understanding husband. I’m going to show off as much as I want. After all, I’m the one who admires him. I’ll show off a thousand times a day if I want.” I set my fork down and looked at Ava quietly. She tried to look all loving, and when she noticed me looking at her, she quickly served me a bowl of soup, blowing on it before offering it to me. “Baby, do you want some soup? “Baby, you’ve worked so hard these seven years taking care of me and the kid. “Baby, I can finally stand up. You don’t need to worry anymore. I’ll love you with everything I’ve got from now on.” If I had heard these words in the past, they would have brought tears to my eyes. But now, all I felt was a deep, bitter sting and irony. She had fooled me so well that I almost convinced myself that the conversation in Lapine had been nothing but my imagination.
Without waiting for me to speak, Olivia glanced at her phone a few times before urging me again in Lapine. “Ava, stop dragging your feet. Hurry up! Dylan is calling for you in the group chat. It’s such an important day. Don’t make him wait anxiously.” Ava froze for a moment. She set down her soup bowl, pressed a kiss to my lips, and then reluctantly spoke up, “Honey, can you have the maid clean up the dishes and go to bed early? Please? Our friends are asking me to go out and hang out. Please, let me go, honey.” I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw her like this. “Sure, go ahead. “But you’d better not do anything to make me angry. “If I find out you did, I won’t hesitate to leave you.” She froze, panic and unease flashing in her eyes. But in the end, with her phone ringing nonstop, she picked it up, stood up, and started putting on her coat. As she walked out, she tried to reassure me with a serious tone. “Honey, don’t worry. I belong to you in life and death. “My husband is only you. “Sydney, listen to Daddy at home. Don’t make him angry. If you do, I’ll come back and punish you!” When the door finally shut behind her, cutting off all sound, I snapped back to reality. I let out a long sigh, my eyes starting to sting. Sydney shot me a look of disdain and cursed me in Lapine, thinking I wouldn’t understand. “Ugly freak, even crying. No wonder Mom doesn’t like you. “Useless.” I chuckled bitterly and wiped away a tear from my eye. I knew I should let go, but I just couldn’t. After seven years of love, any cold heart should have warmed up by now. I was just reluctant to accept it. Sydney was six this year. Since birth, she had never been apart from me. I’d given almost all my love to Ava and her. For seven years, I had been a husband and a father, but never really myself. Yet, like her mother, she had forgotten that it was me who taught her Lapine. For three straight days, Ava didn’t come home. But every day, she’d send me messages, gently letting me know her leg was recovering and that she’d been out having fun. I quietly read the messages, silently packing my things and planning to leave. On the seventh day of Ava’s absence, I dug up the agreement from my email’s trash folder, opened the link, and carefully signed my name. I had already walked 99 steps toward Ava and Sydney. This last step, I wanted to take for myself. I had just bought a flight ticket for three days later, ready to shut off my phone, when I saw Sydney, who hadn’t spoken to me in a week, glaring at me with a serious face. I didn’t rush to hug her like I usually did. I just stood up and calmly walked away. She got mad, stomping past me, muttering a curse in Lapine that I had taught her. “Ugly freak, always messing with my mom. “Who are you trying to scare with that plane ticket? If you’re so tough, just get out of my house for real.”
I thought I would be hurt again by her sarcasm, but at that moment, I felt strangely calm. Watching her run up the stairs, I spoke in Lapine. “Okay, I’ll leave.” As soon as the words left my mouth, she suddenly turned around. Her face froze as if she had seen a ghost. In a panic, she quickly opened her smartwatch and typed a message to her mom in Lapine. [Mom, Mom, something’s wrong. He understands Lapine.] Within seconds, a voice message came. It was Dylan’s voice, clearly filled with disdain. “Sydney, what nonsense are you talking about? Your dad’s family went bankrupt years ago. How could he possibly learn Lapine? “Behave yourself, and stop bothering me while I’m out with your mom. “I’ll bring you some snacks next time.” Sydney, her face tense, stared at me for a long moment. When she saw I wasn’t reacting, she shrugged off what I had just said and cheerfully replied to Dylan. “Okay, Uncle Dylan, enjoy your time with Mom! “I hope you and Mom have a baby sister for me soon.” Lately, I kept thinking about my past with Ava. After thinking about it, I forced myself to forget. The sounds of video games continued to come from Sydney’s room. I didn’t take the game console away like I usually did, nor did I urge her to go to sleep. I didn’t remind her about homework, either, since the teacher would check it tomorrow. Since she hated me so much, it was fine if I didn’t act like a father anymore. But for days, I couldn’t figure out why Ava’s acting was so convincing. At 2 a.m., I received another provocation from Dylan. [Wyatt, Ava has been messing with me nonstop these days. She’s really greedy. Are you not up to it? She even said you can’t turn her on at all.] Along with the message, there was a photo. Ava stood in front of him, and his hand was suggestively reaching into her collar, his eyes filled with desire that couldn’t be hidden. I tortured myself by looking at the photo over and over, my heart feeling as though it was being squeezed in someone’s hand, ready to burst. The pain was unbearable. Staring out at the pitiful moonlight, I remembered when the Anderson family went bankrupt, when my fiancée left me, and I had nothing. Ava had appeared like a goddess, helping me pay off debts and start over. Back then, I truly believed that Ava, who was paralyzed from the waist down, was my salvation in this life. For these seven years, she had shown me so much love. The world called her a woman who spoiled her husband to the extreme, someone who loved me to the core. I believed it too. That was why I set aside my pride and devoted myself to taking care of her, making meals for her, and doing everything for seven years. But the truth was, while she said she loved me, she had been entangled with her brother Dylan, who had no blood relation to her. It wasn’t until recently that I learned the painful truth. For all these years, she had secretly given all her true feelings to Dylan, hiding it from me.
I spent the entire day burning every trace of my existence. Whether it was clothes or photos, nothing was left behind. My flight was for tomorrow. After tomorrow, they would no longer be a part of my life. Ava still hadn’t come back, but from Dylan’s taunts, I could tell she was busy, really busy, trying new positions with him. As for Sydney, she completely ignored me. I did my duty as a father one last time, cooking a table full of her favorite dishes. But when she came home, she merely snorted, ordered takeout, and wouldn’t speak a single word to me. I sat by the cold food, watching as the night grew darker. In a daze, I heard faint sounds at the door. By the light of the moon, I saw Ava finally come back, along with her beloved Dylan. Ava’s cheeks were flushed, and she was sitting on Dylan’s lap, eagerly seeking a kiss. Her hand was sliding down to stir things up. Dylan held her head with one hand, deepening the kiss, while his other hand firmly supported her hips. They were all over each other the moment they came in, kissing urgently, undressing, and tangled up in breath. Ava quietly reminded him. “Dylan, don’t wake up my husband.” Dylan, with jealousy, pulled her close and bit her earlobe, his voice full of sorrow and complaint. “Ava, didn’t you say I’m the only one you love? “Didn’t you say it would be more exciting and satisfying to do it in front of Wyatt? “Didn’t you say Wyatt’s just a tool to protect our love? “Why do I have to care about him?” Dylan was so hurt. Ava’s heart ached. She kissed him softly, her hands lovingly caressing him, and whispered sweet words to soothe him. “Dylan, I said this just to make it more exciting.” Their passionate breaths grew louder, and my heart, already bleeding, was torn open again. I curled up on the couch, the nauseating scent filling the air as my heart turned to ash. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but when they moved from the kitchen to the living room, they noticed my presence. Ava’s breath quickened. She pressed her hand over Dylan’s mouth, hiding the lust in their eyes, and they embraced as they climbed upstairs. In the quiet of the deep night, all I could hear was her subdued warning. “Dylan, stop. If Wyatt finds out, with his temper, it’ll be all over. “He’s still Sydney’s dad. We can’t make things too awkward.” I didn’t know how much time had passed, but eventually, Ava came downstairs carefully and tucked me in. She still smelled like their heated moments together, and her open collar was covered with countless hickeys. I stiffened and pushed her hand away. She noticed something was off. “Baby, what’s wrong? Have you been upset because I haven’t been home the past few days?” I shook my head bitterly. “No. “Ava, I dreamed you were cheating on me.” She froze, panic flashing across her face. “Baby, what are you talking about? I swear to you, you’re the only one I’ll ever love!” At that moment, I felt disgusted beyond words. I turned my head stubbornly and curled up in bed, exhausted. “I’m a bit tired. I’m going to sleep.” I turned away, not wanting to look at her anymore. When I woke up, I’d be gone for good.
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