After all these years, my jealousy and dissatisfaction had been like punches in water, causing no ripples. She had always been so cold.
“I used to believe that if I treated you well, you would reciprocate, and I could win your heart over. But I was wrong. You and Felix were always in sync, while I was left alone in a one-sided devotion, infatuated while ignoring my own needs. Tonight, I will draft the divorce agreement, and tomorrow morning at nine, I will file for divorce.” I spoke with a firm resolution.
Luna stared at me blankly, her silence stretching on for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she said, “I’m sorry. It’s been five years, I haven’t allowed us to cross that line. Just need a while...”
It felt like she was grasping for an excuse. But before she could finish, Felix’s name flashed on her phone screen.
As usual, she answered in a split second.
“Luna, I’m not feeling well. I miss you. Can you come to the hospital and read me a story?” Felix whined, his voice dripping with feigned vulnerability. “I can’t sleep without your stories.”
The pathetic sound made my stomach churn.
“What are you pretending for?” I shot back. “Maybe you don’t even have lung cancer! Even if you do, why do you need someone else’s wife to take care of you? Are you an orphan?”
I couldn’t help but unleash the words I had been holding back. I had swallowed my anger in my previous life, but now it finally poured out, and I felt a rush of relief.
Felix seemed taken aback by my outburst, falling silent for a moment.
“I’ll be right over,” Luna hurriedly replied before hanging up. She looked at me, urgency in her eyes. “Let’s not make a scene right now. We’ll talk when I get home.”
“If that’s what you want, I’ll give you a reason to talk tonight,” she finished her words and left hurriedly.
I shook my head and forced a smile. The wind swept by, almost mocking me.
From one perspective, Luna was a good wife—but she wasn’t mine. In her heart, Felix had always come first, even though our relationship had reached the point of divorce.