Back in the bedroom, I realized that our wedding photos had been put away and every trace of me in the house had been erased.
I even found that the bed sheet was messy. For some reason, I opened the drawer and counted the condoms, and found one was missing.
The little feeling I had left for Anna vanished at this moment.
We have been married for five years, and I have never even spoken loudly to Anna for fear of scaring her.
For so many years, I cut off contact with my parents just for her.
When she was in a bad mood, I would be sad and try my best to make her happy.
When she competed for the position of general manager, I begged those clients to help her get the order.
Every time we quarreled, I would always compromise first.
I had wanted to have a child, but she expressed her fear of the pain involved in childbirth, so I abandoned the idea. Additionally, as the only son in my family for three generations, my parents wanted me to have kids, despite their disapproval of her.
After we got married, I quit my job and started doing housework at home for her.
While she was showering, I was on the balcony and smoked. Only nicotine could numb my nerves and stop me from thinking about those things.