I was a bit upset with his attitude.
But I let it go, today was an important day.
I liked the warm and romantic feeling of cooking together at home, which no fancy meal outside could compare to.
Aston, who I dragged out of the house, was in a bad mood.
Eventually, he made up an excuse and left.
Despite this, I still bought the groceries and prepared a table full of his favorite dishes at home.
Unfortunately, Aston didn't show any signs of coming home until late at night.
The multiple calls I made were unanswered.
If he doesn't come back soon, his favorite seafood pot and spicy chicken will get cold.
An hour later, I finally received a call from his brother.
"Aston is drunk. Can you come and pick him up?"
When I hurriedly arrived, the room was in a mess, with several drunk men lying around.
The table was full of leftovers and bottles of alcohol scattered around.
How much did they drink?
Aston was sitting in a corner making a phone call, his voice was full of sorrow.
"Elise, I miss you. Three years ago, you left without saying a word and got married. You're so cruel, how could you be so heartless to me?"
The man in the corner was crying miserably, a sight I had never seen before.