I came back from the trip when it was already the 28th day of meeting Vampire. We had separated at the bridge as usual and went off to our homes individually. Since it was the first time we both had taken a vacation together, Vampire took a few days leave and spent his entire time with me.
So at night, we would be in the hotel room and during the day, we would go out and enjoy ourselves. But now when I was supposed to separate from Vampire, I felt reluctant. I glanced at his receding back, and suppressed the urge to rush back to him and hug him tightly.
Turning toward the road, I sighed and continued to walk toward my dull house.
As soon as I opened the door to my house, I found someone already sitting in the front room, sucking the air from the cigarette. When I came back, my husband glanced at me indifferently and put the cigarette away, walking toward the guest room. He shut off the room completely, not even trying to show me his face.
I pursed my lips as tears formed in my eyes.
Just what did I do to deserve my husband’s cold attitude? I was clearly a good wife before, but my husband still wouldn’t see me like that. And it was just because he hated the fact that I was pursuing my dream!
Even thinking about this made me so angry that I wanted to hit someone.
What was the point of living with someone who wasn’t willing to support and love me? We both would end up hurting each other, and nothing else.
I took a deep breath and controlled my emotions, stomping toward the bathroom. I didn’t have the heart to deal with Lewis right now. I was already happy with Vampire, and I didn’t want anyone to take that happiness away.
So after taking a bath, I started writing my novel. I didn’t even want to eat anymore at home. Thankfully, I had already eaten out with Vampire earlier. So I didn’t have to touch the meal made by my husband.
The entire day, Lewis kept himself locked inside the door of the guest room, without showing his face. At one point, I even got worried whether he was even alive or not.
But when I heard some shuffling voices from the other side of the door, I sighed in relief and ignored him.
At first, I thought I’d be able to ignore my husband’s presence, but the fact that he wasn’t showing his face even after the dinner time had passed made me a little worried. Even though I didn’t love Lewis anymore, I still didn’t want him dying just because I was careless.
So after thinking for a while, I grabbed some food, placed it before the door, and knocked on the door swiftly. Then I quickly placed it on the ground returning to my seat.
I didn’t really focus on the food and the closed guest room anymore. I thought that Lewis would at least eat something even if he didn’t want to talk to me anymore.
But who would’ve thought that not only he didn’t open the door, his food was also lying outside even when the time to sleep came. I sighed and picked up the cold food, putting it back on the sink.
But I was worried. If he wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t end up getting sick, would he?
I frowned and prepared another plate. It was getting late. So I kept the food in the refrigerator, sticking a note at the table about the food. After that, I left the place and went to the bedroom to sleep, thinking everything would be alright once I would wake up in the morning.
It wasn’t like I was trying to build a relationship with my husband. Our connection broke so much that I couldn’t fix it anymore. We hadn’t talked at all, and when we did, we would either fight or he would force himself on me like that day.
I really didn’t know how we ended up like this.
The next morning when I found out the food in the refrigerator was the same as before, I couldn’t help but be angry.
It was all the same as before! I would worry about Lewis in futile only to see that he never wanted anything to do with me! Even after so many years of married life, he never even tried to open his heart to me. How the heck I was supposed to know what he was feeling every second of the day?!
Every time I would feel like I was meeting a total stranger instead of my husband. At this time, I couldn’t help but think of Vampire. How good would it be if I was married to him instead?
His love kept me alive and made me feel things that I hadn’t in a long time! But when I think about how my husband had been ignoring me for about a year, I couldn’t help but feel pain in my heart.
Why?
What did I do to deserve something like this?
I couldn’t help but feel choked up at this.
Now I have decided. Even if I was supposed to have a small affair with Vampire, I’d prefer that over my torturing life with Lewis. Gritting my teeth, I made a decision instantly.
I would file a divorce!
I still remembered when me and Lewis had met for the first time. He didn’t have charisma like Vampire, and neither could he use his talkative tongue to attract girls.
I remembered seeing him sitting in one corner while he was sulking just because his girlfriend broke up. So I went up to him since I was a waitress. At that time, I had felt a little bad for that guy. And then, we talked. He ended up telling me everything he was facing from a terrible job life to his broken relationship.
I didn’t know why I decided to give him my shoulder to cry on. Since he was pretty drunk that day, he didn’t care about his image, and hugged me right there in front of everyone else.
But after that, the next day he came wearing a professional expensive suit to apologise to me. Slowly our relationship grew and we got married, but after a few years, I saw him turning his back on me.
At this time, I was exactly like that cold and emotional Lewis I had met back in the restaurant drinking wine. I felt like my husband had abandoned me.
Now I was already feeling a dull ache when I thought about him, and even if he had kissed lately, it wasn’t the same as before. It could probably never be the same as before.
As I was thinking this, I opened the photo album and glanced through the pictures of me and my husband. After marriage, we looked so happy, grinning ear to ear. And the latest picture we had snapped was two years ago at a beach. At that time, our relationship was already going astray. I was looking somewhere else as a dull expression was on my face. It clearly looked like I didn’t want to be here. And my husband also wasn’t in the mood.
Closing the album, I sighed. We should have gotten a divorce a long time ago already. Now we had nothing but strangeness and hate toward each other.