Watching their backs as they laughed and left, I was stunned. I didn't even notice the lunchbox in my hand had fallen.
Clarice always had a weak stomach. To make her comfortable, I rented an apartment near her office just to cook for her.
I never thought she looked down on me so much in her heart.
In my previous life, I always believed I wasn't loved because I wasn't doing enough.
I tried even harder to please her. On our wedding anniversary, I started planning over a month in advance, hoping to surprise her.
Yet, when I got into that car accident, I saw her rushing to take another man to the hospital.
At that moment, I felt utterly hopeless.
I suddenly realized that my decades of devotion to her had been for nothing.
In my previous life, Clarice only treated me kindly in front of my parents.
Maybe it was because she felt grateful to them for helping her family keep their business.
Whenever she was around my parents, she would always act very gentle and considerate.
And only in those moments could I briefly feel Clarice's tenderness.
I never truly knew what I meant to her.
I felt she might have seen our marriage as just a way to repay a debt and fulfill her mother's last wishes.