After Jordon left, the room became quiet again. I rushed into the bathroom and brushed my teeth vigorously, trying to brush away the scent of Jordon that remained on my lips.
Jordon and I were once in love.
On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, eighteen-year-old Jordon stood in front of me, his ears red with shyness.
“Diana, I want to be good to you. I don't want to be just your brother."
The boy's cheeks flushed, but the determination in his eyes was intoxicating and my heart instantly softened into an ocean.
In the following years, Jordon almost held me in his hands and I did my best to treat him well.
It was not until we were twenty-two that the old man called us over.
“You are both of marriageable age, Diana. Your grandfather saved my life and I am worried about you marrying into another family. What do you think of Jordon?”
From then on, Jordon's attitude towards me took a sharp turn for the worse and all that lingering love seemed to have disappeared overnight.
I did not know what happened and Jordon would not tell me the reason.
I got pregnant successfully one year after getting married. Since then, Jordon has been partying every night and almost never stays home, openly showing off his first love in public.
I had argued with him before, but Jordon just looked at me coldly, as if he was looking at a mentally ill lunatic.
"You got what you wanted—you became the Howell Family's daughter-in-law and even bore them a child. So why are you still making a scene?
"Spare me the act of being wronged. It’s nauseating."
From then on, I no longer asked for the reason and just focused on taking care of my two children.
I accepted the fact that Jordon did not love me or my two children.
Fortunately, the children were well-behaved and sensible. I always thought that I would be happy as long as I could accompany my children as they grew up.
But nowthen, I had lost my child.
Early the next morning, the child was successfully cremated and buried. I stood in front of the funeral home holding two small urns.
They were two tiny babies when they were born, lying quietly in my arms. How come five years later, they had become even smaller and lighter?
My eyes felt sore, but I bit my lower lip tightly to prevent the tears from falling.
My sister- in-law looked at me with worry in her eyes.
“If you feel uncomfortable, just cry, don't hold it in.”