Five Years of Marriage, I Suddenly Called My Wife by Her Full Name I’ve been married to Sarah Mitchell for five years. Today, I suddenly started calling her by her full name. I also stopped caring about our daughter’s health. Sarah and Emma were stunned and asked why I had suddenly become so cold. I just smiled and said, “It’s nothing. You’re overthinking it.” They believed me and immediately started discussing their plans to go out with Mark the next day. They didn’t know that I had initially stayed with them only to complete a mission from headquarters. As long as I made Sarah fall in love with me, I could get $50 million. However, I ended up falling in love first. But now, I don’t want to continue anymore. I made a phone call: “Mission terminated. I don’t want the money anymore.” A voice came from the other end: “Are you sure about this? She might have already fallen in love with you. We’re talking about $50 million here.” “I’m sure,” I replied. “Alright. I’ve bought you a ticket to Norway. From now on, all your information in the city will be erased.” “In just half a month, you’ll be able to leave.” After the call, I dumped all the food into the trash can. That’s when Sarah and Emma returned home. As soon as they got home, Sarah tossed me a piece of clothing: “This is for you.” In the past, I would have been happy that they thought of me even when they went out without me. But now, looking at the clothes in my hand, I felt a bitter taste in my mouth. Still hoping against hope, I asked, “Did you buy this especially for me?” Sarah glanced at me, frowning: “Who else would I buy it for? Come on, is it because we didn’t take you out today? We’ll bring you along next time, okay?” Emma made a face at me: “Daddy’s a miser! Emma doesn’t want to go out with Daddy anymore.” Emma was still eating candy she had brought back from outside. Worried she might get a toothache, I took the candy from her hand: “Emma, you can’t eat any more candy. Your teeth might hurt tonight.” To my surprise, as soon as I took the candy, Emma reacted violently. She glared at me, pointing her little finger and shouting: “I don’t want you to be my daddy anymore, you’re a bad daddy!” She turned to Sarah and said: “Mommy, can you let Uncle Mark be my daddy instead?” Sarah looked at me and just said to Emma: “We can’t do that, honey. He’s your daddy.” Emma burst into tears and ran over to me, hitting and kicking: “Bad daddy, I don’t want this bad daddy. Daddy, why don’t you just die? If you die, I can let Uncle Mark be my daddy.” Emma’s words shocked me. I knew she liked Mark, but I never imagined she would want me to die so Mark could be her father. My heart was pierced once again. I took a deep breath and, for the first time, didn’t crouch down to comfort Emma. I firmly pulled her away and gave mother and daughter a cold look. After going upstairs, I opened my phone. The screen was still on Mark’s social media post from half an hour ago. The post showed a picture of the exact clothes Sarah had just said she bought especially for me. He had captioned it: “Bought the wrong size. Shame to throw it away.” So he thought it was a waste to throw away, so he gave it to me instead. Because I’m only worthy of wearing what he doesn’t want, is that it? A bitter smile crossed my lips as I started packing my clothes. Sarah thought I didn’t know about her and Mark, but six months ago, when she first cheated, Mark had sent me a message. After that, every time Sarah cheated, Mark would send a message taunting me. Each time, I endured it for the sake of our daughter. But later I discovered that even Emma was on Mark’s side. So since they’ve betrayed me, I don’t want them anymore either. There’s only one day left before I leave. I’ve prepared everything, just waiting for the time to come so I can fake my death and leave. When the time comes, headquarters will prepare a body that looks exactly like me. And I will be completely free. But on this day, someone suddenly came to our house. Seeing Mark next to Sarah, I didn’t know what expression to make anymore. He was holding a dog in his arms. When the dog saw me, it started barking loudly. As it moved, dog hair flew everywhere. I felt my nose start to itch and quickly covered it, stepping back half a step. Seeing my reaction, Mark turned to Sarah with a troubled look: “Sarah, I think I should go back. It seems Jason doesn’t welcome me.” Sarah frowned, looking at me with displeasure: “Jason Carter, Mark hurt his foot and has no one to take care of him at home, so I invited him to stay with us for a while. He’s a guest, don’t be so rude.” Emma chimed in: “Bad daddy! Uncle Mark, you can stay in daddy’s room, it’s the biggest!” Mark smiled: “Thank you, Emma, but your dad doesn’t seem to like me. I should go back.” He turned to leave, but Emma quickly grabbed him and glared at me: “Bad daddy, if you don’t want Uncle Mark to stay with us, you should get out!” Mark’s dog was still barking furiously. This season was when animals shed the most. Dog hair was flying everywhere. I couldn’t help but sneeze repeatedly, feeling my body start to itch. I said nothing, just moved aside half a step to let them in. Only then were Sarah and Emma satisfied. The two of them carefully helped Mark inside. Due to my dog hair allergy, my body had already broken out in red spots. I quickly went back to my room to take allergy medication. There was only one pill left. Just as I was about to take it, Mark came over and deliberately bumped into me. The pill fell to the ground, and Mark stepped on it. “Move your foot,” I said. Mark looked at me challengingly, his eyes full of smugness. I was having difficulty breathing and was about to forcefully move his foot. At that moment, Mark let out a cry and deliberately fell to the ground. The next second, Sarah and Emma came running over. They helped Mark up, looking concerned. Mark looked at me with a hurt expression: “Jason, I know you don’t like me, and I’ll leave. But did you have to push me?” Hearing this, Emma ran over and started hitting me with her little hands: “Bad daddy, you deliberately hurt Uncle Mark. Why are you so mean?” Sarah also looked at me accusingly: “Jason Carter, I never thought you’d be this kind of person. Mark’s foot is already injured, why would you do this to him? Let me tell you, this is my house. If you’re not happy with the friends I bring home, then please leave immediately!” By this point, I was in so much discomfort that I didn’t even know how to refute. I looked at the pill on the ground, now broken in half by Mark’s foot, and quickly went to pick it up. But Sarah stepped on it again. She looked at me coldly: “Jason Carter, apologize to Mark.” I was shaking all over from discomfort, no longer caring about anything. In a hoarse voice, I said, “I’m sorry.” Only then did Sarah move her foot. They thoughtfully helped Mark sit on the sofa. I looked at the even more broken pill, and like a pathetic dog, picked it up. After swallowing it down with some water, I finally felt a bit better. I sat weakly in a chair. Looking at the happy scene of the three of them, I quietly comforted myself. “Jason Carter, it’s okay. You’re leaving tomorrow anyway.” Suddenly, I heard Sarah’s voice: “Leaving? Where are you going?” Looking at Sarah, I forced a smile: “It’s nothing.” Sarah then noticed the red spots on my neck: “What happened to your neck?” I laughed weakly: “Don’t you know I’m allergic to dog hair?” Sarah froze, suddenly remembering the dog Mark had brought. She hurriedly tried to explain: “I’m sorry, I forgot.” “It’s fine.” After all, in Sarah’s eyes, nothing I did could compare to Mark. It’s normal that she forgot about my dog allergy. I stood up, and Sarah grabbed my hand in a panic: “Where are you going?” I pulled my hand away, saying coldly: “I don’t feel well. I want to rest in my room.” Sarah then said: “Okay, get some rest.” For once, forgetting about my dog allergy made her feel a bit guilty. I laughed bitterly inside, no longer looking at her. As I passed through the living room, Mark gave me a smug look. I ignored him too. Back in my room, I gathered all the photos of me with Sarah and Emma. Looking at the stack of photos in my hand, I felt no attachment as I threw them all into the trash can. When I went downstairs to take out the trash, Sarah asked: “Didn’t I tell you to rest in your room? What are you doing?” “Nothing, just throwing out some trash.” Sarah made a sound of acknowledgment: “Alright, since you seem fine now, we’re heading back to the old house. You come with us. Mark’s foot is injured, so you can drive.” Not wanting to cause any more trouble before I left, I said flatly: “Okay.” At the old house, Sarah was called away by her father, while Mark was chatting and laughing with Sarah’s grandmother. The old lady had mobility issues and was already in a wheelchair. Mark was pushing her outside. I called out to him: “Your own leg is injured. It might be dangerous to push the old lady.” Mark sneered: “Jason Carter, are you jealous because you see me getting along well with the old lady?” The grandmother also glanced at me. She had never been satisfied with me as her granddaughter’s husband, so she never had a good attitude towards me. She patted Mark’s hand: “Little Mark, don’t mind him. Push me out for a walk.” Mark shot me a smug look. I sighed and didn’t stop them anymore. When I went outside, I found Mark pushing the grandmother by the pool for a walk. Emma was playing with them nearby. I turned my head, not wanting to look anymore, but the next second, I heard a splash from the distance. Somehow, the grandmother had fallen into the pool. Mark was standing nearby, looking helpless. Without thinking, I quickly jumped in. The old lady was quite heavy, and due to drowning, she was struggling fiercely. I couldn’t pull her up alone. I quickly shouted at Mark to call for help. Only then did he react and find the house staff to help. After we rescued the old lady, they hurriedly sent her to the hospital. I was soaking wet, and no one paid any attention to me. At the hospital, Sarah was fuming: “Who pushed grandmother out there?!” Seeing me arrive, Mark pointed at me: “It was him! Sarah, I said we shouldn’t take the old lady out, but he wouldn’t listen!” Sarah looked at me with a furrowed brow: “Jason Carter, is what he’s saying true?” I was disgusted by Mark’s behavior and shook my head: “No, it wasn’t me.” But at that moment, Emma shouted: “Mommy, daddy is lying. It was him who pushed great-grandma out! If it wasn’t for him, great-grandma wouldn’t be hurt!” I looked at Emma in shock. I really didn’t expect that at a time like this, she would lie for Mark’s sake. I was more than a little disappointed in her. I wondered how this daughter, whom I had always taught to be honest and trustworthy, could become a child full of lies after knowing Mark for just half a year. I looked steadily at Sarah: “I didn’t do it. They’re lying. It was Mark who pushed the old lady out.” Mark’s eyes flashed with panic, but he still said: “Sarah, my leg is injured. How could I push the old lady? Jason, if you don’t like me, that’s fine, but why are you falsely accusing me?” With these words, Sarah immediately became furious. She walked over and slapped me across the face. “Jason Carter, I never thought you’d be so petty, and now you’re full of lies. You’d better pray that grandmother is okay, or I won’t let you off!” Mark looked at me, his eyes flashing with malice. “Sarah, if we don’t teach him a lesson, he’ll keep doing this. Why don’t you let me talk to him? I’ll make him understand what he should and shouldn’t do.” Just then, the grandmother woke up. Sarah hurried to check on her, agreeing without a second thought. Mark and I returned home together, and he shoved me into a room. Then he threw his dog in there too. I huddled in the corner while Mark stood at the door, smiling: “I heard you’re allergic to dog hair. Since Sarah left you with me, why don’t you enjoy this for a while?” With that, he closed the door. I shouted at Emma, who was by the door: “Emma, quick, open the door for daddy.” But Emma yelled back: “I won’t! You’re a bad daddy. You should be locked up!” “Uncle Mark, let’s go. Don’t bother with him.” “Okay.” Their voices gradually faded away. The room was left with just me and the dog. The dog bared its teeth, looking like it might pounce on me any second. I quickly ran to the window and opened it, trying to breathe in some fresh air. Then, as if sensing something, the dog kept coming closer to me. Red spots started appearing on my body again. This time, I didn’t have a single allergy pill with me. I was in such discomfort that I kept scratching, and in the midst of my movements, the dog suddenly lunged at me. I instinctively grabbed a nearby vase and hit it. The dog was struck on the head and fell to the ground, convulsing. The dog was dead. I took out my phone to call Sarah, wanting her to come back and open the door. Before I could speak, Sarah said coldly from the other end: “Jason Carter, thankfully grandmother is fine. You better reflect on your actions. Don’t call me again!” With that, she hung up. I looked at the ended call, forcing a smile. The door was locked from the outside and I couldn’t get out. The only option now was to jump from the window. It was only the second floor, which wasn’t a big deal for me. After jumping down, I found that Mark and Emma had disappeared somewhere. I returned to my own room, took the suitcase I had already packed, and took one last look at this home where I had lived for several years. I once thought this home was my warmest haven. I even thought that even without the $50 million, it would be okay because I had the person I loved. But now I realize that this home means nothing to me. I no longer lingered. I called headquarters: “The body can be placed now.” When Sarah returns home, all she’ll see is a “me” who died from a dog hair allergy.
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