The post reads, "Thank you to someone for giving me my birthday present. I said I liked it, and he bought it for me. But the one I bought before was defective and couldn't be returned, so he bought me another one."
It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over my head.
I still didn't want to believe it, so I took Richard's phone from the bedside table and looked through the purchase records.
I took the bag again, examined it carefully, and found that there was indeed an inconspicuous flaw.
I smiled sadly.
It turns out that this bag was not bought specifically for me by Richard.
Instead, it is a defective product given to her that she didn’t want.
I looked at Richard who was sleeping soundly, and the softness that remained in my heart just now disappeared in an instant.
I took the pillow and quilt then went to the living room.
Ever since I found out he and Jessica were having an affair, we've been living apart in a cold war.
Laying on the sofa and I told myself.
Just bear with it a little longer, and I’ll be relieved when my leg heals.
This weekend, I had a follow-up doctor's appointment and asked Richard if he had time to drive with me.
He said, "Of course, I have to accompany my wife."