Watching her and Jude being so affectionate, I suddenly realized, she didn't love me that much.
On Friday night, I bought a lot of food, planning to make her a big dinner.
But when I got home, she and Jude were having a candlelight dinner.
She simply ignored my presence and helped Jude with his food.
Jude gave me a challenging glance, took her hand, and bent down to kiss her lightly.
I was instantly furious and came at him, but she violently pushed me away.
"You have no right! Get lost!"
"You are my wife! Do you know what you are doing?"
"What I do has nothing to do with you! There's nothing left between us, and you wouldn't get a divorce, what's wrong with you? I'm telling you. I will never forgive you, and I will never love you again! Give up on that idea!"
Her cruel words broke my heart.
There was no love left in her eyes, only endless hatred.
I wanted to leave, but when I thought of her father's last words, my heart softened.
To not get me involved in the fraud, he gave me a sinecure, isolating me from the mess of his company.
When he was dying, he asked me in tears to take good care of his daughter.
It was my responsibility, and I had no reason to shirk it off.