Chapter 5
We met a few times for dinner, and we both thought we were well–matched. We discussed marriage.
The first year of marriage, David was incredibly cold towards me.
My best friend joked, asking if David was gay. Or if he already loved someone else, which explained his indifference to his
beautiful wife.
I didn’t overthink it. David gave me his monthly salary on time and didn’t cause trouble. I thought life could be like this.
After six months, I realized I was starting to like him.
I began actively trying to improve our lifeless marriage.
Knowing his rescue team work disrupted his diet, I made nutritious soups every day to soothe his stomach.
He said he disliked housework, so I took over everything.
He wanted a quiet sleeping environment and suggested separate bedrooms. I swallowed my hurt and gave him the freedom he
wanted.
Even when he lost twenty thousand dollars of our shared funds in stock trading, canceling my home renovation plans, I never
complained.
I thought he was just emotionally dense, unable to recognize my sincerity.
Just as I was about to give up, he suggested we stop sleeping separately.
I was overjoyed, thinking my efforts had finally been rewarded.
But a month later, Ashley returned from abroad, and everything changed.
Her arrival revealed David wasn’t cold at all. He was a warm person–just not warm to me.
Ashley was no ordinary level of manipulative.
During one of David’s gatherings with his friends, she approached me, using drunkenness as an excuse to reveal her history with
David.
“I’m so envious you married David. He’s so kind and considerate,” she said. Her eyes gleamed.
“During our cohabitation, he’d squeeze toothpaste for me, prepare my clothes, cook breakfast tailored to my preferences and
health,” she continued.
“My stomach was weak, so he’d cook soup daily. When I didn’t want to drink, he’d coax me, feeding me spoon by spoon,” she
said.
