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Chapter Three
The arrival of Lin Mengyao felt like a silent storm, completely shattering my last shred of dignity. I tried to find a glimmer of warmth in this marriage, but the reality repeatedly left me feeling cold.
That night, Cheng Yifan returned home late. I lay in bed, pretending to be asleep, but my heart was anything but calm. Every time he drew near, I could sense the faint smell of tobacco and alcohol on him, a scent that lingered after his late-night work sessions.
“ Yingying, are you asleep?” His voice was soft, tinged with uncertainty.
I didn’t respond, my heart brimming with anger and grievance. This man had allowed Lin Mengyao to move into our home during the day and even asked me to take care of her. And now, he had the audacity to ask if I was asleep?
He sat down gently on the edge of the bed, causing the mattress to sink slightly. I could feel his breath so close to me. Yet, even so, I remained silent.
“ Yingying, I know today’s events upset you, but I hope you can understand,” he said quietly, as if trying to explain something. But I knew it was just his way of brushing things off.
Understand? A wave of intense anger surged within me; this wasn’t the first time he had asked for my understanding regarding his decisions. But this time, what he wanted me to understand was his concern for another woman—a complete betrayal of me.
“What exactly do you want me to understand?” I finally couldn’t hold back any longer. I sat up abruptly and met his gaze, my voice filled with long-suppressed fury. “Cheng Yifan, what do you think I am?!”
He clearly hadn’t expected my sudden outburst; his expression froze for a moment before returning to its usual indifference. “ Yingying, I don’t want to argue with you.”
“Don’t want to argue with me?” I scoffed bitterly, tears nearly spilling over. “You let that woman move into our home and asked me to take care of her, and you still have the nerve to say you don’t want to argue?”
“ Yingying, you know Mengyao isn’t well; she needs care.” He continued trying to persuade me in that calm tone of his, but every word felt like a dagger tearing at my heart.
“She needs care?” I glared at him, my voice trembling with barely contained rage. “What about me? Don’t I need your concern? Don’t I need your care?”
Cheng Yifan's expression grew increasingly somber as he raised his hand, trying to reach for me, but I forcefully shook him off. " Yingying, I never intended to hurt you."
"Hurt me?" A wave of indescribable pain surged within me, and tears finally spilled from my eyes. "Cheng Yifan, how could you be so cruel? What have I done wrong for you to treat me like this?"
He looked at my tear-streaked face, and his expression seemed to waver, yet he still did not reach out to comfort me. Instead, he sighed helplessly. " Yingying, you're overthinking it."
"Overthinking it?" I felt on the brink of collapse, all my grievances and suffering erupting at that moment. "Cheng Yifan, I've never hated you this much."
Finally, he stood up and turned to leave the bedroom, leaving me alone on the bed in tears. The tears flowed endlessly from my eyes, soaking the pillow as the pain in my heart surged like a tidal wave, nearly drowning me.
This argument made me realize that my place in his heart had become insignificant. No matter how hard I tried or what I sacrificed, I could not elicit even a hint of concern or care from him. Lin Mengyao, the woman who always appeared in our lives for various reasons, had completely replaced me in his heart.
As the night deepened and silence enveloped the room, I sat in the empty bedroom, my tears long dried. I didn't know how much longer I could endure this or how much longer this marriage could last. All I knew was that I could no longer bear this endless humiliation and pain.
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