I turned back to find the source of the voice, but everyone was avoiding my gaze.
I suddenly stopped crying. The bitterness in my heart was also desperately being swallowed down.
They were right, my family was all gone, long dead. But I had known since I was very young what I wanted and I had come this far. Why should I cry?
…
The wedding went smoothly.
Samuel gave me a lot of face and Wina did not reappear. We were like every newlywed couple, inseparable and sweet.
But on our wedding night, we sat on the same bed, silent and avoiding each other's eyes.
When we were in love, I naively thought he would give me a home and I would no longer be exposed to the wind and rain.
Now that I was truly his wife, he didn't even want to look at me.
This vintage wooden bed was the style I told him I liked three years ago. Three years later, everything had changed.
Samuel drank too much and leaned back on the bed.
After some thought, I walked over and helped him take off his jacket.
"Catherine, Catherine, don't leave me..." He stared blankly at the ceiling, tears streaming down his face.
Catherine was my name, Catherine Rick.