Sarah was stunned. This was the first time since we got married that I didn't want her to help me. Her heart seemed to miss a beat. I was already lying on the bed and she carefully took the quilt for me and covered me.
"Honey, are you angry with me? Are you blaming me for not having time to accompany you? If it is the reason then I will not work tomorrow. Tomorrow is your birthday. We can spend our time together all day, okay?"
It seemed like the queen who used to be decisive in protecting her own profits could actually be so humble. I smiled bitterly. Was it my luck or misfortune?
I was so exhausted and drained that I couldn't resist to fall asleep. Sarah thought that I was fainted and suddenly her cell phone rang.
Sarah quickly pressed the mute button and shouted at me twice, making sure that I really fainted. When I didn't respond, she finally picked up the phone, "You’re really a motherfucker! You tore my underwear. Now, find me a new one!"
"I'll be there right away, babe."
Sarah looked down at me, then stroked my face warmly. In the moment, she got up and walked away.
I clutched the bed sheet tightly and my tears broke through my defences at the moment. Henry had never left. Did he stay at home and sleep next to her? I couldn’t help to think the torture of being bullied again. I tried my best to comfort myself, thinking that I would leave the house in seven days and had nothing to do with them anymore.
In the next day, I woke up in such a mess headache. Meanwhile, Sarah got up early and cooked a big table of breakfast for me. They were all my favourite cakes and side dishes. She even picked one up and put it next to my mouth.
"Honey, open your mouth. I'll feed you."
Jack, who was sitting opposite me, pouted and became unhappy.
Sarah sent him a message on her mobile phone in front of me, [I will make it up to you later. Don't make a scene in front of Chester. I can give you whatever you want.]
Jack then put away his mood with pride, as he glanced at me with contempt. He stood up and left the table. When he passed Sarah, he still managed to run his fingers under her skirt before walking out.
I didn't take the food Sarah fed me, but picked up the chopsticks and pretended not to see it to pick up something else to eat. Sarah thought I was still sulking and insisted on taking me out after I finished my meal.