I stood beside the table and watched Andrew suddenly clench his fists.
He never knew that his lunch was always carefully prepared by me.
He was picky about food and had a weak stomach.
I took classes to learn how to cook, and had learned to cook so many dishes.
I asked someone to deliver lunch to his company every day.
Andrew hung up the phone in anger. "You'd better never reply to my messages!"
There was a framed photo on his desk, a picture of us together on our second anniversary.
He poked my face in the photo with a pen, and reluctantly touched it.
Then he turned the stuffed doll I gave him upside down.
He often said that this doll was like me, always by his side.
Every time I made him angry, he would punish the doll by making it stand upside down.
"Olivia, you have to stay with me forever, like this doll."
I cried silently.
Ava hadn't returned at that time, and there was no crack in our relationship.
I thought I would be Andrew's favorite woman.
But two years ago, Ava returned from abroad.
Ava was Andrew's high school classmate. They had an intense love-hate relationship from high school to college.
In the end, Ava married a rich man and went abroad, and they chose to break up.