After a moment, I slowly put down the knife and the radish, washed my hands, and my nervous voice trembled a little, “I… I’m going out to read, you can do it yourself.” I neither agreed nor refused, giving a sense of wanting to escape. I walked out of the kitchen, my heart still racing, my whole heart in a mess, feeling embarrassed and speechless, and went straight back to my room.
I couldn’t focus on reading at all. I threw myself onto the bed, covered my head with a blanket, feeling so embarrassed that I wanted to find a hole to hide in. Kaleb was very unusual. He has been acting particularly strange since I filed for divorce. The sentence spoken at noon seemed impulsive and also threatening. But just now, from his expression and tone, it could be seen that he sincerely extended an invitation. Isn’t spring almost over? What was he doing? If two people have a good relationship, isn’t it natural for them to do that kind of thing? He was too anxious, which made me very uneasy. Especially at this crucial moment when I had already made the decision to get a divorce. There was a sense of eerie and terrifying cunning.
Kaleb’s first–time making pizza was unexpectedly delicious. But the atmosphere at the dining table was very formal. I ate quietly and only said, “It was delicious.” We never spoke again throughout the whole journey. Kaleb was also the one who washed the dishes and tidied up. After I finished dinner, I hid in my room, claiming that I wanted to study and read books. However, I couldn’t focus at all.
I had already prepared for divorce. Kaleb’s tactic of attacking my heart disrupted my plans and determination. I was very conflicted at this moment. If it is said that there was no expectation, that would also be false. If Kaleb truly wanted to live a good life with me, I also did not want the marriage to end in divorce.
Kaleb didn’t come to knock on my door until I fell asleep.
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