Cassandra casually picked up a bottle of wine before answering, “Nathan and I are basically an old married couple already. He doesn’t care about this kind of stuff. But Daniel is different. He’s alone in another city, with no one around him. He needs a little extra warmth.”
As I listened to them, I stood outside the door, my chest turning cold.
Most of my paycheck went straight into Cassandra’s hands every month, and the furniture in our wedding home had been collected piece by piece after I scoured every discount store in the city.
I still remembered one time, I had my eyes on a sofa worth over two thousand yuan, but she immediately pulled a face.
“Two thousand? For a sofa? Can’t you just sit on the floor?”
In the end, she picked another one. But when she paid, she looked annoyed, although the receipt only read over two hundred.
Turned out, she could be this generous, just never with me.
On the drive home, I rolled the windows down all the way, and the wind whipped across my face, stinging like knives.
Three years.
I couldn't believe I’d been a fool for three whole years.
When I first told her I wanted to design our home myself, she wrapped her arms around my neck and said yes.