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Body | Arturo Armstrong's neighbor, Esther Fields, fainted at our engagement party.<br /> Arturo left me and took her to the hospital.<br /> I handled the mess alone, and by the time I finished, it was already late at night. Then I saw Esther's post. [No matter what happens, in Arturo's heart, I always come first.]<br /> I casually commented, [I wish you two happiness together.]<br /> Then her social account was deleted from my friend list.<br /> I received a barrage of calls from Arturo in the middle of the night.<br /> As soon as I picked up, I heard him accusing me over the phone.<br /> ""Lynne Reynold, what are you up to again? Why did you delete Esther for no reason? She fainted again because of that. Don't you know she's ill? I've told you so many times. Don't make her angry. She can't take it.""<br /> I put the neatly folded clothes into the suitcase and walked to the balcony.<br /> Outside was pitch black and cold.<br /> ""Are you calling just to say this?""<br /> Arturo paused, but then his righteous voice came. ""Or what? Are you going to say something about me and her again? I've told you countless times. Esther is like a sister to me. If your sister got sick and fainted, wouldn't you be worried?""<br /> I was tired of hearing these words. Now my heart was already numb.<br /> ""I should be worried.""<br /> Hearing my calm tone, Arturo asked me to add her back and then hung up.<br /> Naturally, I didn't add her back.<br /> It had been eight years since Arturo and I got together. From the beginning, I often heard about Esther. She was lovely, obedient, and a bit clingy.<br /> At first, I thought she was Arturo's sister, but later I found out he was an only child. I thought Esther might be his cousin or something.<br /> The year we graduated from college, we started working.<br /> Esther came to the city where we worked for college.<br /> Arturo told me that Esther's mother asked him to take care of Esther, who had congenital heart disease.<br /> We worked regularly and sometimes overtime. When we were free on weekends, I'd go on a date with Arturo, but he always received Esther's calls.<br /> The conversation was always about her feeling unwell, spraining her ankle, or catching a cold.<br /> Whenever Arturo had free time, he would go to accompany her.<br /> We argued about this countless times.<br /> But I always looked forward to the future based on his assurances.<br /> This time, I no longer look forward to it.<br /> Early the next morning, Arturo's parents and aunts came over.<br /> As soon as they entered the house, Arturo's mother asked, ""Has Arturo gotten up yet?""<br /> I smiled.<br /> ""He didn't come back last night.""<br /> They turned pale upon hearing that. Arturo's aunt grabbed my hand and said to Arturo's mother, ""Joanna, call Arturo and ask him to come back. This is absurd.""<br /> ""Lynne, don't be mad at him. Have you had breakfast? Come over and eat.""<br /> I looked at them, took a deep breath, and quietly ate breakfast.<br /> Arturo answered his mother's call, saying that he had to wait until Esther woke up.<br /> Everyone looked at me with embarrassment.<br /> I smiled indifferently.<br /> ""Guys, I'm running late for work. I'll see you around.<br /> ""You guys wait for him at home.""<br /> I grabbed my bag and left. There were surveillance cameras at home, and Arturo's mother and the others stayed. I was busy at work until eleven o'clock, and when I checked the surveillance, Arturo still hadn't come back.<br /> Somehow, I didn't feel disappointed or angry. On the contrary, I felt relieved.<br /> I knew it would be like this.<br /> They waited till midnight and had to go.<br /> Arturo's mother sent me a message, saying that I was the daughter-in-law they had acknowledged. She promised me that she would make Arturo apologize to me.<br /> I had no intention of exchanging pleasantries with them and only replied that I was busy with work.<br /> The general manager called me to her office again and asked if I really didn't want to go to Drelantia. Working there for two years meant I would be promoted afterward.<br /> I had refused earlier.<br /> I wasn't young anymore, and Arturo had proposed to me. We were getting married, and soon after that we might have children.<br /> Arturo didn't want me to go either.<br /> ""I'll go.""<br /> The GM was stunned, perhaps thinking that she needed to advise me further.<br /> She smiled satisfactorily and took out an application form from the drawer.<br /> ""Lynne, I've filled out the form for you. Just sign it.""<br /> I signed the paper without hesitation.<br /> ""You'll depart on the 9th of next month.""<br /> I calculated the time. There were about twenty days to go.<br /> Thinking back, I realized I had already given up too much for Arturo.<br /> He didn't like long-distance relationships, so I couldn't go to the branch office or abroad. He wanted a virtuous wife and loving mother, so I transferred positions to come home early and cook for him.<br /> But now, it all seemed not worth it.<br /> While it was not too late, I should make a choice for myself.<br /> I had much to do in the coming days, so I didn't have time to get entangled with him.<br /> I planned to break up with him on the day I left.<br /> As the end of the workday approached, it started raining outside. I received a call from Arturo.<br /> ""You're off work, right? Swing by the hospital to pick us up.""<br /> His command sounded so natural.<br /> I wondered how lowly he thought of me, expecting me to go and pick them up in the rain.<br /> ""Well, there's a company dinner. I've no idea when it'll end.""<br /> ""You can drop us off and go back.""<br /> ""You can just take a cab.""<br /> I hung up and didn't care whether Arturo was fuming.<br /> I had dinner with a few colleagues with whom I have a good relationship and chatted about life.<br /> When I got home, it was already eleven o'clock.<br /> Arturo was sitting on the living room sofa.<br /> ""Why are you back so late?""<br /> I ignored him.<br /> After changing my shoes and washing my hands,Arturo got up and blocked my way.<br /> ""Lynne, what do you mean by this?""<br /> I looked up at him. The face that once filled me with joy now seemed so ordinary, perhaps because my heart had long since turned to still waters.<br /> ""What's the matter?""<br /> I asked him.<br /> He looked displeased. ""It's fine that you didn't come to pick us up, but why are you back so late?""<br /> I wanted to argue.<br /> Just then, Esther's voice came from the bedroom.<br /> ""Lynne, did you drink? The smell makes me uncomfortable.""<br /> I stared at Arturo, thinking he had sent Esther back. Unexpectedly, he had brought her home.<br /> It was absurd.<br /> ""Do you want me to stay in a hotel, or do you want to stay in a hotel with Arturo?""<br /> ""Lynne! How could you do this?""<br /> Arturo reprimanded me loudly.<br /> ""Arturo, stop using your loud voice to cover your guilty conscience. Am I filthy-minded?""<br /> I turned to Esther standing at the guest room door. "" Esther, I heard from Arturo that you fainted yesterday because I blocked you. Don't be like that. I blocked not just you, but also him and many others. If you don't feel embarrassed, just close the door and go to sleep.""<br /> Esther looked aggrieved, tears streaming down her face.<br /> Instead of responding to me, she looked at Arturo and said, ""Arturo, I think I should leave. I don't want to make Lynne unhappy and cause a fight.""<br /> ""It's so late. Where would you go? It's not safe outside. Go back to your room and sleep.""<br /> So, he knew it wasn't safe for a girl to be out at night.<br /> When we first started our internships, our rented place was far away, and the company often required overtime. After work, I had to take the subway and walk a long distance. When I asked him to pick me up, his usual response was, ""There are so many people on the streets, what's there to be afraid of?""<br /> It was true. Even at midnight in this city, there were still many people.<br /> What was there to be afraid of?<br /> Esther stood still.<br /> I was tired and walked into my room, locking the door behind me.<br /> Arturo called out a few times outside, but I ignored him. All I could hear were Esther and his exchanges, which ended with him sending her back to her room.<br /> Our house had two bedrooms. I occupied the master bedroom while Esther stayed in the guest room. Arturo could only sleep on the sofa.<br /> I woke up to see him sitting on the sofa, with dark circles under his eyes.<br /> I wasn't sure if it was poor sleep or if he stayed up all night.<br /> ""You're up. I booked tickets to Blightmoor. You wanted to travel, right? I'll go with you. Remember to request your leave today.""<br /> ""I've been busy with work recently, so I can't go,"" I replied.<br /> Arturo got up and stood in front of me.<br /> ""Are you still mad? Lynne, we're already engaged, not just a dating couple. Can you stop being so childish?""<br /> That was when I realized something.<br /> Arguing with him was wrong, and not arguing was also wrong.<br /> Maybe being with him itself was a mistake.<br /> I looked at him calmly, and he avoided my gaze.<br /> ""Alright, it's my fault, okay?""<br /> I shook my head slightly.<br /> ""You did nothing wrong, and I'm not angry. Let's not dwell on this anymore.""<br /> I went to make coffee and checked out updates on Instagram.<br /> I saw Esther's post again.<br /> She was holding Arturo's trophy next to her cheek and took a photo, captioned with [Sleeping peacefully with Arturo's most beloved item.]<br /> It was from a new account, not the one I blocked yesterday.<br /> I opened it and found that we had never chatted before, and I didn't remember when I added her.<br /> Anyway, I didn't block her again.<br /> Let it be.<br /> I got scolded for moving Arturo's trophy, not to mention taking a photo with it.<br /> Turned out only I wasn't allowed to touch it. Others could.<br /> I used to deceive myself, but now looking back, love and indifference were always clear.<br /> I just had been blinded.<br /> It was time to wake up.<br /> Arturo wasn't happy about my rejection.<br /> ""Lynne, are you really not angry? What's the point of deceiving yourself? I know I shouldn't have left that day, but it was a life-and-death situation.""<br /> It was a life-and-death situation, but among all the people present, was the engaged party the only one who could take Esther to the hospital?<br /> I picked up my phone, zoomed on Esther's post, and showed it to him.<br /> ""Life and death are crucial, but what about this? Arturo, do you remember how you yelled at me when I moved your first racing trophy while cleaning?""" |
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