I went straight to the guest room.
I didn't feel like I owed her anything.
Maybe she would feel embarrassed in front of her relatives and friends because of my sudden change of mind, but she often comforted her ex until late at night, which shamed me more.
"Since we can't tolerate each other, why bother getting married?"
Faced with my indifference, Natalya suddenly burst into tears.
She cried and asked me, "Are you so heartless?"
"You'd better move out tomorrow!"
I finished speaking and went straight to the second bedroom.
The next day, I returned home from work, thinking that Natalya had moved out without hesitation.
But she was still here, and she even became diligent and proactive. The house was spotless. The table was filled with delicious dishes.
Her cooking skills were indeed good.
Perhaps this was another reason why I liked her.
But now, at the sight of these mouth-watering dishes, I have lost my appetite.
"Are you back?"
"Hurry up and wash your hands. It's time to eat."
Natalya brought a dish to the table and smiled at me, saying, "I'll cook another dish. It'll be ready soon."
Seeing that she was about to go to the kitchen, I grabbed her and said, "Why haven't you moved out yet?"