Later, I would occasionally see gossip magazines reporting the tabloid news about Kaleb, such as he went shopping and dined with an internet celebrity, had late–night secret talks with a female celebrity, and even had private meetings with some women in hotels.
Every time, Kaleb would release clarifications and repeatedly declare his unwavering loyalty towards his marriage, telling the public that all of those were just rumors.
But only I knew that what Kaleb cared about was only the title of being married and his reputation as a good man.
He didn’t care about me.
This hypocritical and boring marriage brought me nothing but confinement and suffering.
However, I had no way out at all and could only persuade myself over and over again to make do.
I had given my whole heart to him, but I had also known the cost of loving the wrong person.
I no longer had the courage to fall in love with anyone else.
Now, Kaleb had repeatedly gone too far, repeatedly trampling on my dignity.
He didn’t treat me as a wife or ev
even a human being.
I no longer wanted to endure it.
The anger and grievances that had been suppressed in my heart for two years all erupted at this moment.
I shouted at Kaleb, “Then why did you insist on marrying an unreasonable woman back then? Now, when I suggest
a divorce, why are you unwilling to agree? You like to be tortured? You like to be a cheap man?”
Kaleb silently watched me go crazy, watched me hoarsely accuse him, and said nothing.
When I was out of strength, Kaleb slowly got up.
He stood by the sofa, with his back turned to me, his voice low as he spoke, “Yes, I’m a cheap man, and I like to be tortured.”
I finally couldn’t hold back my tears.
Big drops of tears slid down, hitting the sofa through the gaps between my fingers.
The sofa was stained with large tear marks, and my heart was also shattered into pieces.
I thought that the two of us really couldn’t go back to the way we were anymore.
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