Maybe she would feel embarrassed in front of her relatives and friends because of my sudden change of mind, but she often comforted her ex until late at night, which shamed me more.
"Since we can't tolerate each other, why bother getting married?"
Faced with my indifference, Natalya suddenly burst into tears.
She cried and asked me, "Are you so heartless?"
"You'd better move out tomorrow!"
I finished speaking and went straight to the second bedroom.
The next day, I returned home from work, thinking that Natalya had moved out without hesitation.
But she was still here, and she even became diligent and proactive. The house was spotless. The table was filled with delicious dishes.
Her cooking skills were indeed good.
Perhaps this was another reason why I liked her.
But now, at the sight of these mouth-watering dishes, I have lost my appetite.
"Are you back?"
"Hurry up and wash your hands. It's time to eat."
Natalya brought a dish to the table and smiled at me, saying, "I'll cook another dish. It'll be ready soon."
Seeing that she was about to go to the kitchen, I grabbed her and said, "Why haven't you moved out yet?"
"Don't you like comforting your ex?"
"Now you can move in with him and comfort him day and night. Isn't that more convenient?"
My shouting scared Natalya and made her cry.
She cried and shook off my hand, saying, "It's not like that..."
"Then what is it like?"
I, who had lost patience, yelled at her.
She turned pale with fright.
Seeing how fierce I was, she cried, opened the door, and ran away.
It was around seven or eight p.m.
My mom called me, saying, "Kendall, why are you bullying Natalya again? You are about to get married. What are you doing?”
I wanted to explain, but my mom didn't give me the chance. She shouted on the phone, "You come to my place now to apologize to Natalya. Take her back then! You are so unreasonable!"
"Beep, beep, beep..."
The call was hung up.
I didn't know what Natalya had told my mom or complained about again.
I could tell that my mom was angry.
But this time, even if my mom stepped in, it wouldn't work.
I didn't go pick up Natalya. Instead, I went to work quietly every day.
It wasn't until three days later that a college classmate of mine called me, asking me to attend his birthday party.
Having a work project to catch up on, so I arrived there a bit late.
When I entered the private box, my classmates had been eating and drinking.
"Kendall is here."