She agreed, but except for the first time, she never did it.
Over time, she started drinking without restraint, and I went to every bar to pick her up and take her home.
I thought she regarded me as her supporter, and no matter where she got drunk, she could wake up in her bed at home the next day.
Now it seemed that was not the case, she just simply didn't want to be disturbed by me.
I stayed in the hospital for half a month, during which time Ethan would come to see me whenever he had time.
As for Megan, without my supervision, she seemed to have opened the door to a new world.
She went out drinking every night, and called me the next day to say that she was tired and wouldn't come.
Anyway, I had persevered on my own, so it didn't matter whether she came or not.
For the past half month, I watched her post on Ins every night.
Different men put their arms around her shoulders, and occasionally a few touched her breasts.
My heart slowly grew colder along with these photos.
I had also carefully considered Ethan's reminder at that time. I wanted to give up.
I would let her go and move on.
I wanted an amicable divorce, but what I didn't expect was that she came to the hospital to find me on the eve of my discharge.
