As a woman in my thirties, I feel very embarrassed compared to her liveliness, her youth and beauty.
Others may not know why Leslie was like this.
But I knew.
He did it on purpose.
He was intentionally embarrassing me.
Making me look bad.
Making me beg for mercy.
Tick tock.
I was cutting fruit when drops of blood dripped into the plate.
I quickly took out a tissue and plugged my nosebleed.
The sudden nosebleed wasn't because of Leslie, it wasn't because of overwork, it wasn't because of being too hot, and it wasn't because of any other problem. It was because I had a terminal illness.
I endured the pain and waited until the nosebleed stopped before carrying the fruit and leaving the kitchen.
The sound of discussion reached my ears.
"I met Mr. Kuhn's wife for the first time. I thought that with Mr. Kuhn's status, his wife would be a beautiful and elegant woman. At least a wealthy beauty. But I never expected that Mr. Kuhn's wife would be so ugly!"
"Yes, she looks pale and thin, like an old woman! Mr. Kuhn is so handsome and rich, why did he marry such an ugly woman?"
"I feel so sorry for Mr. Kuhn."
"Enough, she's here."