In fact, a strange sense of relief washed over me; I no longer had to stay up late waiting for him to come home or wake up early to prepare him a heartfelt breakfast.
Tonight, I didn't bombard him with calls like before.
Instead, I calmly went through my evening routine, took three sleeping pills, and quietly drifted off to sleep.
Miraculously, I fell asleep quickly.
It felt so peaceful, so comfortable.
It was a long-lost sense of relaxation.
Ethan returned early the next morning, his face bruised.
He rubbed his forehead and explained.
"I got drunk last night and fought with Sophie's boyfriend. I spent the night in jail."
I tilted my head and stared at his face for a couple of seconds, not concerned about his pain but asking the question a bystander would care about most.
"Oh, did you win?"
Ethan looked taken aback, frowning slightly.
The air felt thick and silent.
He probably expected me to rush to get ice for his injuries or run downstairs to buy him some ointment for bruises.
When I didn't respond, he silently nodded, offering no further explanation.
It was the weekend, but I had to support an exhibition downtown as a key member of the operations team.